Shawn L. Bird

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poem-lonely June 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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He’s in the man cave

staring at the tube

occasionally laughing

When he emerges

he ignores her as she does

her thing in

her space.

He’ll walk past and head to bed

without a word,

and she’ll watch him in the hall

wondering whether

everyone feels lonely.

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23 Responses to “poem-lonely”

  1. Thank you for this, Shawn. Beautiful, bittersweet.

  2. chyfrin Says:

    could this be the price of falling in love?

    • I suppose it could.

      • chyfrin Says:

        then let it be in poetry that you open your sails and travel to the Far Places – where muses are held in high regard and the poets are warriors worthy of a song

      • chyfrin Says:

        Excerpt form the Handbook for Muses
        Care and Maintenance of Your Poet in Service

        In as much as you have been asked
        And in as much as you are considering accepting
        The time honored position of Muse
        By a Poet that has in fact offered his poetics efforts
        Here are a few . . . guidelines
        For proper care and feeding

        Poets are creatures that often appear to be human
        But be not deceived
        They are not in fact human beings
        And though the are often helpless and cute
        Much the same can be said for puppies
        Except that Poets typically don’t grow up

        Poets are a fairly rare breed
        And truly good poets are almost an extinct species
        Poets are typically divided into two
        distinct and different categories
        The first being ‘The Poet in Fact’
        This is a creature who’s native tongue is poetry
        If you have such in your service
        You can expect endless hours of entertainment
        You can expect fanatical rivers of passion
        And thought they can be a bit moody
        They are worth the price
        The second is called ‘The Vice-Versa’
        The instant you suspect that your poet might be of this breed
        Take them immediately to the nearest public park
        or Starbucks
        Distract them
        And leave them there without a forwarding address
        or email
        or (perish the thought, never give one you cell phone number)
        They may call and plead
        But under no circumstances
        allow them anywhere near you
        All who have permitted them to come skulking back
        Have regretted it
        They are like cats
        really bad cats
        And if you refuse to feed them
        they will eventually go away

        You can expect a full refund for you Vice-Versa
        But they can not be traded in on a Poet in Fact
        In reality you should not trust anyone who would
        plant a Vice-Versa on you in the first place

        Enough of that
        Once you have established
        that you have actually selected a Poet in Fact
        You might consider inspiring your poet to write
        (Most poets write nowadays
        on pads of legal paper
        its so much faster than printing
        But poets who type on computers are always suspect)

        To properly inspire your poet
        You must practice reading with a faint air of disdain
        You should not reject all of his offerings
        (the word offering is not used here by accident)
        Not all of them anyway
        90% is a good number
        Because poet must be disciplined like collies
        You must be firm
        But if you are too severe
        you will break their spirit
        Find the proper balance for your particular poet
        This may take several attempts
        But don’t worry
        Your poet won’t run off

        Your poet will also be inspired by the strangest things
        The way you hold your cup of Cappuccino Latté
        The way the current presidential administration
        has botched whatever things
        the poet professes to care about
        The curve of the sky
        the book read last night
        last Friday
        The book they only imagine they read

        Your poet must sometimes return
        to their inner child
        To remember what its like to see the world
        as a child sees it
        And there will be those memorable moments
        When your poet says something truly remarkable
        Something that you have wanted said all your life
        and said in exactly the right fashion
        Something that shows you what life is like
        on a higher plane
        And you will be tempted to . . .
        Well don’t
        You must never let your poet know you are satisfied
        You are the muse after all

        Never leave your poet out in the rain
        They are like baby turkeys and will drown
        in fact its illegal in 19 states and Porter Rico
        Read anything your poet hands you
        before you show your regal scorn
        If you show disdain in advance
        the poet will not grow properly
        Poets are not mushrooms
        And should not be left in the dark all the time

        If you take proper care of you poet
        You will never be bored
        And will in fact gain the adoration
        and offering as is your proper due
        Good Luck
        And remember the national Muse’s hot line
        1-888-GET-BACK

      • Who wrote this? Is it your original work?

      • chyfrin Says:

        yup – my original work -i have been known to pen a few things – google “William C. Burns, Jr.”

      • You should be sure to sign it when you post it!

  3. jburns58 Says:

    What a terrific poem!

  4. julie blue Says:

    When were you in my house? 😉

  5. Mayur Indi Says:

    Wonderful! Silence always doesn’t mean the lack of love. That can be the buffer required to realize how lonely we are or could be without the love we have.

    Thanks for sharing such a thought here!

  6. I could not do so, ever. Then again, i knew she was living on borrowed time.

  7. A poem about being married? Describes 90 percent of marriages today. Most women are so very lonely. Great post! Your poetry is very moving.


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