by Shannon Turner | Apr 30, 2019 | Blog, national poetry month, poetry
yet another daywastedbest intentionsslipped out through the endsof my fingersthe floor is cleanand the clothes put awaybut thoughts &aspirationsgo floating out through the etheras I lay herewaiting for the spirit to movefor the light to pierce through my eyelids I...
by Shannon Turner | Apr 30, 2019 | Blog, national poetry month, poetry
my ghosts are tissuesand slips of papertucked into bookshalf-readundigestedlike a mealI was too fullto finishThe morselsrotting, dustyon shelveswaiting for meto returnMy ghostsare waitingfor meto return Shannon M. Turnerpreviously unpublishedunknown time written ~...
by Shannon Turner | Apr 26, 2019 | Blog, national poetry month, poetry
Rain fallson a Sunday afternoonin springCars splash puddlesplaying like childrenin rubber bootsThe rat-a-tatdroplets on myskylight cause me to pull a light blankettighter around my feetAs the clouds squeeze out all their tearsI feel into pain, long-suppressedoverdue...
by Shannon Turner | Apr 24, 2019 | Blog, national poetry month, poetry
Put pen to paperLean in for a kissStrike egg against countertopYou learn something new Train rolls down trackStep on a crackStumble in a dance moveYou learn something new Stand at the kitchen sinkRub foot against ankleDream of ocean tides, hands in sudsYou learn...
by Shannon Turner | Apr 21, 2019 | Blog, national poetry month, poetry
Slowly, slowlymy days are movingtoward whatI want them to besoon, that tablewhich causes megriefbecause it reminds me of my fatherwill be gone I will arise at dawnand put on a pot of soupstretch my limbslike a plant unfurlingin the light of the window,surround...
by Shannon Turner | Apr 18, 2019 | Blog, national poetry month, poetry
bio-1534494_640 Mariela brought us pears to eat in the park. The thought occurred to me to tell her about my grandmother, but the moment passed. Memaw loved pears. I brought them to her as gifts. Sometimes, I remember her knotted fingers curled around the bulbous...
