Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-two months September 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:25 pm
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Two months

Sixty-one days

Sixty-one memories of your smile

Sixty-one wishes for your stories

Two mysterious photographs

Too many days

without you.

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RIPDaddy

Last week a genealogist doing a one name study of Duguay found my dad’s obituary here.  After getting a bit of basic information that could connect into his database, he sent me Dad’s family line back to 1620 in Burgundy, France.  I then did a little additional research.  Dad would have been intrigued, especially to know that at 1672 we share a common ancestor with some famous people: Hillary Clinton (American politician), Tom Mulcair (Canadian politician), Anne Hébert (Canadian author and poet).

 

poem-leave

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:57 am
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The dog pulls you down the street.

Your eyes are hazy,

Your hair is wild.

Your beard’s unkempt.

Your steps thud awkwardly like you’ve forgotten how to walk.

If the outside reflects the inside,

you definitely need some time

to regain your health again.

 

poem- whether September 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:16 am
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It couldn’t be, he said, that you are unwilling?

A shrug was the reply.

Do you feel unable?

Another shrug.

You know, he said, it’s always a choice;

if you are willing,

eventually,

you are able.

 

poem- first September 23, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:03 am
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Happy birthday, you said

bending over to kiss my cheek.

And with my fluttering heart and flaming blush

I decided that was my first kiss,

that all the others did not count.

Because I wanted my first kiss to come from you,

my heart believed it had.

 

poem- hills September 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:34 pm
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Hills cradle us

in a blanket of

autumn colours.

 

poem- boxed September 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:14 pm
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You’re inside a box,

safe within your preconceptions,

covered with the dirt of mediocrity,

buried alive.

 

poem-waving September 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Between the slats of the Venetian blinds,

I see outside the window, to frenzied frolicking

blue spruce bouncing

pine tree pirouetting

maple making waves

beneath a grey sky

dancing in time to my wind chime’s tune.

 

poem-elephant dreams September 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:21 am
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If elephants dream

is it of grey nasal caresses,

flapping tails and

family strolls in the savannah?

Are elephants dreams

larger than life,

a two year gestation

of what might be?

 

 

poem- alienation September 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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She speaks of the alienation of senses.

vision fades

hearing lies

touch hurts

taste dulls

smell empties

What remains is the acute sense of memory

and occasionally a sense of humour

at the irony

of it all.

 

poem-erudition September 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 pm
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We gathered together,

grad students celebrating scholarly excellence,

and discussed philosophy, narrative,

collaboration, theory and practice.

Should such a gathering be called

an erudition of grad students?