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sonnet 61 shoes February 17, 2012

Filed under: Poetry,projects — Shawn Bird @ 5:54 pm
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When we were in Paris last March, I found a shoe sale. I ended up buying a pair of black leather wedge shoes (for just 12 Euros!  John said, “How much?  Why don’t you buy the brown pair, too?” lol) Now, I don’t really believe in plain black anything, and those wedges seemed to me to be a black board just waiting for something to be written upon them.

So I looked for some fine tipped, permanent opaque pens.  I couldn’t find them anywhere within 100 km, so bought the Sakura pens on eBay direct from Japan, and waited for the day when inspiration would strike.

The day has arrived!

My plain black wedges are plain no longer! They sport the complete Petrarchan sonnet Canzoniere 61, in Petrarca’s original Italian. You might remember that this is the poem I translated for Grace Awakening.

Where there are inadvertent spaces (like where I needed to even up a line, and where the next word didn’t fit) I added roses. For each line of the sonnet I switched colours.  I completely free-handed these, and I was quite delighted that the entire poem fit EXACTLY between the 2 shoes!  Lucky fluke, eh?

I am quite contented with the result, and even more content that I did manage to get the project done before a year was up!

 

not quite spring February 16, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 10:48 am
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Spring’s promise whispered,
a twilight song warming me.
Buds broke joyfully
from bare, dead, winter branches;
Now they wear a snow blanket.

 

My tribute February 9, 2012

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry,Pondering — Shawn Bird @ 12:30 am

I wrote a lot of poetry as a teen, to sort out my feelings about a variety of things, but usually about a boy (the particular musical boy, my obsession toward whom was the beginnings of Grace Awakening, in fact).  To celebrate his 21st birthday, I had another musical friend compose the music and adapt a poem I’d written.  On one rather emotional Saturday afternoon, after a swim in her pool, we performed for him (I had the descant part which I’ve essentially forgotten), she sang the melody and played the piano).  I find myself singing this song now and then, and it is strange to think that there are only three people on the planet who’ve ever heard this song, and I suspect of the three of us, I’m the only one who still knows any of  the words and the music, since that performance is now  far away in the murky mists of the past.

I could sing this for you, but you’d probably prefer it if I didn’t.  I assure you that it’s quite lovely though, and I’m thankful to the talented Catherine Novak Schulmann for her efforts to take my poetry and turn it into a very meaningful moment of music, lo those many years ago. 

Over the years, I’m sure I’ve mis-remembered bits and re-constructed others.  Somewhere there might be a single cassette tape recording of it, but I doubt it.  That means there’s no way to check if I’m wrong, but this is the way I remember it:

In my small way, I have tried to capture
The many facets that I know are you
And in doing so, to discover myself
And the boy with whom I grew.

Beyond the images, we conceived of each other
Honestly, fictiously, subconsciously
What me mean to each other
Beyond our concept of love (whatever it may be)
`til we accept the facets ingrained in you and me.

When I say I love you I say it with my heart
`cause this feeling is not fleeting, untried, or new
And even when I’m angry
Or when I’m crying and lonely
That doesn’t weaken my trust or my belief in you.

For you have always made me feel important enough
To care for, to share with and be there for
When times got tough
And I thank you for your friendship
I’ll thank you `til the end
It’s a joy and a blessing, that you should be my friend.

You have given me many gifts
Your music, friendship and love
And these are gifts I’ll cherish for all time.
I thank you for giving me the greatest gift I’ve ever known
And this is my tribute.

 

The narrative of the Grey Boot Quest January 29, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:45 am
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I stroll the mall, and check all routes

in search of perfect, tall, grey boots.

Store by store I search them all

On tidy shelves and crowded stalls.

I search the net in desperate state

At Fluevog.com The Boots await!

The perfect shape.  The perfect heel.

The shade of grey, that’s dove not steel.

Alas, at five hundred bucks with tax,

My happy heart’s cleaved with an ax.

I check the site from time to time

To see if cost has dropped a dime.

But one sad day, the boots were gone

My face grew sad, my mouth was drawn.

.

The Grey Boot Quest began once more

Fruitless, I wandered store to store,

Til a clearance ad came to my in box

and now I can enfold my socks.

My Fluevog Logan boots, were on sale

A happy ending to the tale!

A single pair was in my size,

I quickly clicked, ready to BUY.

Soon from the store in Montreal

My boots will travel, pushed and hauled.

The first miracle was an end to the quest

The Second Miracle Logans are the best!

A week from now, or maybe two,

I’ll pose in those grey boots for you!

.

 

 

Eulogy for life January 19, 2012

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 10:32 pm
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I needed a poem for the English 9 final exam.  It needed to fit the theme, and have some poetic devices.  After scanning assorted books, I gave up and wrote my own. The title comes from a literal transliteration of eulogy- Good words.

.

If I could
I would
Follow you forever, friend
Through years of fears, of tears.

I’d follow you
Through toys, boys, noise, joys
To poise.

If I could,
I’d follow, friend
But I am as a hollow end.
Be brave,
I am a memory saved
Despite the cave
of grave.

 

creo, ergo sum January 16, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 5:36 pm
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Creo, ergo sum.

I create, therefore I am.

Or should that be

I am, therefore I create?

Ego sum, ergo creo

 

begin January 2, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 1:17 pm
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A new beginning begins

Another old ending ends

A circle encircles again

Time encloses and bends

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Submitted for Gooseberry Garden.  If you’re visiting from Gooseberry, please include a link to your own contribution in the comments so we can return the visit! :-)

 

day December 25, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 2:01 pm
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It’s a day

Just a day.

The sun rises.

Fog clears to clouds

Or the sky is blue.

Snow falls on empty streets.

Stores are dark.

When you meet someone,

they nod and say,

Merry Christmas.

You smile and repeat it.

It’s just a day,

like every other,

but you have to observe

the niceties.

 

Solstice haiku December 22, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:21 pm
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Finally the days

are growing longer again

inching to summer.

 

or not December 14, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:51 am
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Come.

They said.

The end is near.

Maybe not.

I said.

He’s tougher than he looks.

Not this time.

They said.

Come.

Hurry.

So we sat holding our breath

when his stopped.

Waiting.

But morning came.

And the next.

And the next.

He’s tougher than he looks.

Told you so.

 

 
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