Shawn L. Bird

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poem- were November 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:37 pm
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It was woven

like light

dappling between the leaves

of our maple tree,

your voice, soft in memory,

searching for the heart of me.


It was woven

like lithe

subtleties between the grease

of our maigre feast,

your voice, lost in murmurings

purging forth our history.


It was woven

like life

sampling between the griefs

of our marble stele

your voice, wafts in every

yearning it exhorts of me.



I may be stretching your vocabulary with this one!  Here’s some help:

maigre- religious diet without the flesh or juice of animals

stele- pillar, marker, tombstone (pron. like STEEL-y)


10 Responses to “poem- were”

  1. It is beautiful. Your play with words is quite exquisite. It is emotive, while it tingles the imagination at the same time.

  2. Bloody hell! I was so enamoured by your words that I didn’t notice the uniform structure of your verses. Maybe, this uniformity is the reason the words sing with each other in perfect harmony. I’ve read the second one. It’s beautiful too. I can’t make up my mind which one’s better, though.

  3. If it is a maigre feast, how would there be grease? I know- picky, picky!

  4. PrairieChat Says:

    Actually one of my favorite things to do is make up my own definitions for words I don’t know. But your definitions are nice too!

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