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.

 

 

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

 

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.

 .

.

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

 

promise April 21, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 12:16 am
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Sometimes you capture the most lovely phrases in conversations around you, and they beg to be put into a poem…

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You are the promise I made to myself,

A gift worth the challenges faced.

You are the promise I dream in faith,

A gift worth the challenges raced.

You are the promise I made to myself.

.

I will fulfil your specific yearning, 

A gift of my heart and my time.

I will fulfil the goals unfurling,

A gift of my love and my rhyme.

I will fulfil your specific yearning.

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You are the promise I made to myself.

 

the truth about motherhood April 14, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn Bird @ 5:45 pm
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At the moment, I’m thinking about The Cat Years

.

Giving birth

to all the dreams

of a future,

a blessing

longed for,

imagined

named

years—

decades—

before.

Happiness

held tightly

and blinking brown eyes

sleepily from a blanket

tightly wrapped into

a cocoon of possibility.

.

Walking away,

snarling and critical,

bored and irritated,

cynical.

Mocking talents,

unappreciative of

sacrifices made,

opportunities given.

.

Kindnesses

rebuffed,

communication

ignored,

considerations

declined.

.

Mocking the dreams

and the sweet scent of

hope that lingered

in the folds of

new skin

wrapped tightly

with what we thought

was happiness.

.

Possibility is a

far more pleasant

contemplation

than reality.


 

 
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