Shawn L. Bird

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poem- love letters March 23, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:22 am
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They’re talking love letters

and I hold my tongue

but not my lips.

The tilting corners betray me.

The envelopes with your distinctive hand writing

my name like a caress

glued down like a kiss,

all our hopes and dreams scribbled onto foolscap

by a fool to a fool

giddy from hormones.

And now love letters

are notes on the counter:

“Turn on the crockpot at noon”

“Running errands. Back around 3.”

Messages that mean you still

love me.

 

 

poem- boots March 22, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:51 pm
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The boots are on.

Laced up tight.

Little Xs pulling things together

(Are those hugs or kisses?)

No matter.

When you’re giving winter the boot,

either

is a good message to wear.

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Fluevog.com Miracles Logan boots  from the “Narrative of the Grey Boot Quest” blog post.

https://shawnbird.com/2012/01/29/the-narrative-of-the-grey-boot-quest/

I always feel slightly super powered when I wear these boots, though I can’t wear them if I’m running late for work since it takes 4 minutes per boot to lace them up!  🙂

 

 

poem-ghost hug March 16, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:38 pm
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I feel your pride

in my accomplishment

as firmly as I used to feel

your embrace.

 

poem-sweater March 13, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:21 pm
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I found your cardigan

and held it close

searching for the sensation of your arms.

I gathered up the folds

and held it to my nose

searching for the scent of you.

You’ve been gone too long.

Instead of holding memories

Now

it’s just a sweater

you once wore.

 

 

poem-choose honey, hon March 9, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:23 pm
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You think

if you swell your chest

and shout with a voice that covers others’

if you argue

every word from the teacher’s mouth

that somehow you can win.

Oh, but hon,

who really has the power?

Consequences grow with your defiance

and you’re the one who loses.

The class laughs,

but it’s at you, not with you.

Biliousness and lies do not lead to success.

Trust me,

honey catches the flies

of achievement and respect.

 

 

poem-toothpaste love March 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:22 am
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This was your toothpaste.

The tube still holds the contours of your fist

the last squeeze you gave it.

I wrap my hand around

imagine your grip,

the skin on your hand like satin tissue

squeezing paste to scrub your teeth.

It is a long time before I can remove the lid

and squeeze the paste onto my own brush.

Remembering your hand

holding mine.

 

poem- heard March 3, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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I heard the rumble of

my grumblings

and wished

and wished

and wished

for what was glorious and joyful

what was fun and focused

what was

ah

what was.

This is uncomfortable

unsettling

unsatisfying

unbearable.

I heard murmuring

everywhere.

Everyone

grumbling

wishing

wanting

longing

for what was,

what no longer can be,

looking

for change again.

Everyone

and

me.