Shawn Bird

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smashing deal! May 28, 2012

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn Bird @ 12:41 am

For part of my workshop on e-publishing yesterday, I thought I’d better experience what it’s like to work with smashwords.com.  At 11:30 p.m. last Thursday night I pulled together my haiku collection, figured that the poems theme either around the seasons or love, put them all other, made a book cover, and published them at 1:00 a.m.

What that says is, “It’s really easy to publish using Smashwords.”

That said, I didn’t like the format it spat out, and re-loaded the file a couple of times until I got it to my satisfaction, but that was simple too.

This is my latest book, “A Year in Love.”  If you’d like a copy, I’ve made it free with this coupon code until the end of June: QK59P

 

A Year in Love May 27, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 9:25 pm
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I have published an e-book of 22 haiku poems.  It is entitled A Year In Love.  You can purchase it here.  It’s 99c, but if you use coupon code QK59P, you can have it free, my gift to you.

 

she says, he says May 21, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 2:11 pm
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I’m sad, she says,

her head resting

upon his shoulder.

Words greeted by silence

that hovers

like a malevolent precipice.

Why, he says, are you choosing

to make yourself sad?

I did not choose to be sad, she says.

So then, why did you say, This is sad? he says.

What? she says.

You said, This is sad, he says.

I did not, she says.

I said, I’m sad. She says.

No. You didn’t, he says.

Yes.  I did. She says, sighing.

Silence weaves around them like water

filling between the cracks.

Now,

I’m angry, she says.

 

inspire haiku May 15, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:05 am
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Inspire means ‘on breath.’

Let your words be in your breath.

Breathe inspiration.

 

poetry is May 13, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:38 am
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poetry is art in words:

the visual spoken,

essence distilled,

passion

revealed.

 

fondness May 12, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:25 pm
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In your glowing eyes

I see fond memories of

what was not to be.

 

 

past thoughts May 10, 2012

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn Bird @ 5:32 pm
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“The past is never where you think you left it.”

-Katherine Anne Porter

Sometimes a quote just whacks you in the gut.  This is one that left me staring at the words on the screen.  It’s true.

You can’t go back again.  When we turn around, everything has changed.  Like some giant game of Labrynth, every move alters the environment.  What’s was, is gone forever.

And yet.

In our idealized, romanticized, wishful, hopeful past, we may find the imaginary gleanings that take us safely onward.  The loved ones left behind still live, our decisions were right, and history is accurate.

Hindsight is 20/20, after all.

 

haiku May 9, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 7:59 pm
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My love, your music

rings through the house and kindles

embers in my heart

 

Latin inspiration May 8, 2012

Filed under: Pondering,Writing — Shawn Bird @ 12:02 am
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I don’t know why I am so surprised when I discover yet another way in which knowing other languages adds so many layers to the words we use every day.  Beyond that, root words I’ve known forever, suddenly spring into profound meaning with a flash.  Like today.

Consider the Latin root spir.  It means ‘to breathe.’  You know, ‘respiration’ and all that.

Combine it with the prefix in- meaning ‘in’ or ‘on.’

This means inspire translates as ‘in breath’ or ‘on breath’

Oh my.

Breath is an essential aspect of life.  Without breathing, there is no life.

Our creativity is essential to our life.  We are inspired as we are in our breath.

When we are inspired, the doing becomes as natural as breathing.

Oh.

My.

 

borrowed time May 6, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:59 pm
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Our sorrowing time

recalling

our borrowing time–

Her falling

from Heaven,

every day an

unexpected gift,

here briefly.

Today has come

unexpected rift,

searing grief.

Her soul’s flown

fleeing and nearing

heaven now.

She’s whole grown

seeing and hearing

in heaven now.

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In memory of Emily Anne  March 28, 1986 – May 5, 2012

 

 
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