Shawn L. Bird

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poem-next April 8, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:30 am
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This moonlit night,

snow glowing with

luminescent memories,

I stroll along the old paths

thinking of the mystery you

made of me.

Identity molded like play dough

childhood laughter

leaching from the cracks of yesterday.

I can’t say anymore

who I am.


(another character perspective poem about Lydia & Dustin)



4 Responses to “poem-next”

  1. mihrank Says:

    indeed – the moonlight in your post is shining like a star, simply beautiful!

  2. erbiage Says:

    ah, the Old Path! insistent, persistent, unavoidable. the only one worth walking.

  3. Who one is changes day by day. Yet the old path is always there for us.

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