tongue – shannon p. laws

Poem: Dead Tongues Tell No Tales

Cut out laid out on a sheet, in a row Pierced and strung hung ’round the neck The cutter, the puller yanks out grabs full Eyes of the carver cold as a tomb Red drops run down, never away

Poetry: Tongue In Ink

The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue.Spoken into the air never finding paperTouch by the mist of breath against your neckSaid in the dark rooms where lovers meetNot at all recorded nor syllables numberedBut art form just the sameOnce activated and released the words are all lostLeft to moments thatContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Tongue In Ink”

Poetry: Tongue In Ink

The best poems are not written in ink but by the tongue.Spoken into the air never finding paperTouch by the mist of breath against your neckSaid in the dark rooms where lovers meetNot at all recorded nor syllables numberedBut art form just the sameOnce activated and released the words are all lostLeft to moments thatContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Tongue In Ink”