Typically I would find a booth, and hang out with a book, notepaper, and pen. Read, eat, and write. …and listen. My confession to the faithful 67 followers, I am nosy. I enjoy listening to the way people talk to each other, the rhythms, the tone. Two poems came out of this “hobby”. I’d like to share them with you today.
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Poem: Shelf
Shelf by Shannon P Laws bowl inside a bowl inside a bowl collects the flicks of dishwater shot by the sinks stiff brush scrub hard at a plate of Tuesdays dried oatmeal and today’s just-burnt eggs #
Poem: Metaphor Motel
Metaphor Motel by Shannon Laws To break your dry spell Select a stranger well-formed absent of rust Consider the servings and portions of the meal Ready the pan, prime the pump Rest. Repeat. Visit the mill together Break down the wheat ‘til flour dusts the air Mix with matted hair, various dibbles, andContinueContinue reading “Poem: Metaphor Motel”
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