Shawn L. Bird

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Poem: you May 7, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:24 am
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You stand against the

wall, arms crossed, sardonic smile

immune to laughter.


You’ve seen darkness that

they can only imagine,

and you are hardened


from the admiration

of flirting gazes because

your heart is cold,


Frozen by bad maternity

and noncommittal



Their bad judgements burn

within your heart until

destroying misery


means destroying

everything you should love,

innocent or guilty,


and then it means

flash firing your future,

scarring your life upon ours,


like a victim of

Hiroshima’s bombs whose life

vanishes in an


instant, leaving only

a silhouette, burnt white

on blackened walls.



I’m still processing the recent murder/suicide of a former student.   The idea of an image being frozen in memory by tragedy called to mind the silhouettes created in Hiroshima when people’s shadoes were left, though their bodies were vaporized.  While at first glance a free verse, the poem has some form: each triplet stanza follows the haiku syllable count (17 syllables per stanza) to reiterate this idea.


16 Responses to “Poem: you”

  1. Very well said. I have lived through a suicide in our family and the last line “scarring your life into ours” so well describes what happens. There is forever a scar and and the questions you always have: could I have been kinder? More understanding? And no matter how much you think you could have prevented this, you couldn’t. But you still ask.

    • Shawn Bird Says:

      I could see his darkness, and discussed it with him at the time. It’s long since he was in my class room. I just wish he’d understood that there could be justice for him without drastic actions.

  2. dulzimordash Says:

    Reblogged this on Spontaneous Creativity.

  3. This is a wonderful poem about a very unfortunate truth 😦

  4. mandimon Says:

    “Flash firing your future” …. Good

  5. onewithclay Says:

    Our race created gunpowder and the gun, the improvised explosive device and the scud, the firecracker and the atomic bomb. We also do haiku and sonnets, civil disobedience and public service announcements, whole blood donation and classroom teaching. The better beings that will follow us will partake of the best and put aside the rest, I so hope.

  6. Abuse can eat away your heart, your mind, even your very soul. There’s nothing rational about mental illness. I think it’s reasoning exists on a plane all it’s own.

  7. Very poignant and so eloquently stated. My nephew committed suicide and this is what it feels like. Much love and big hugs to you.

  8. M V Blake Says:

    I know this is an old post, but I ran a seminar on nuclear war for nerdy adults at school last year and this struck an obvious chord. Each speaker had theme music and one of them was by a group called Postal Service. It’s not normally my cup of tea but for some reason the song stuck in my head. Give it a shot if you have a spare couple of minutes.

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