Poem: Cut Out

snowflake

Cut Out

A woman travels far to
find out who she is
Today I am paper
cut into a snowflake
pasted on a dark blue page

Rain scratches through
a nearby grove
It is you, crossing the room
to grab your keys

Cold air makes my nose run
Words make my eyes water

Shivers shake me in the sheets
wake me to another day

Poem: Island Winter

Fall is over
Frost is setting in
Clear sky or cloudy
Ice will be found in the morning
Alone
Quiet
No birds
No visitors
The ocean is colder
The beach is empty
A gull stands watch
On a beach wood wall
Solitude
Peace
Breath seen
Waves heard
…it is winter

South Beach, San Juan Island, from the bluff
by
Shannon P Laws

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Poetry: Voices & Words


Long ride home
Dark road
The radio plays softy
The headlights illuminate
A road we have traveled many times
But never with each other

Communication?
No words, no voice
Communication?
A movement
Between two bodies
In accord

The veil of your spirit
Blows across my cheek
It says a thousand words

Your strength grows
Besides me wrapping me
Like a warm blanket

The bond of love
The ties of friendship
Invisible to the eye
Yet lighting the way
Traveling In the dark
Destination: home

Poetry: Island Winter

Fall is over
Frost is setting in
Clear sky or cloudy
Ice will be found in the morning
Alone
Quiet
No birds
No visitors
The ocean is colder
The beach is empty
A gull stands watch
On a beach wood wall
Solitude
Peace
Breath seen
Waves heard
…it is winter