Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- shapes September 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Pondering,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:29 am
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Everyone

hangs his opinions on the

frame of his philosophy and world view.

It is important to recognize the frame,

because it explains the shape

of the opinions.

.

.

A metaphor on assumptions, derived from reading Brookfield.

 

poem- system breakdown September 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:31 pm

Your paradigmatic assumptions do not

match the causal assumptions originating

from our prescriptive assumptions.

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.

(With apologies to Brookfield in Becoming a Critically Reflective Teacher)

 

poem- eagle eyed September 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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There is an eagle perched

above the Eagle River,

stretching his wings

and asking for a poem.

 

poem- how to find writing ideas

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 am
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Just

pay

attention.

.

.

I should probably give credit to Diana Gabaldon, who responded to a question about how she knows so much about human interaction. This was her response.

 

poem- gold drops September 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:19 pm
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A golden leaf

spins toward blackness,

buffeted by traffic,

drifting your way

then my way

above

the high way.

 

poem- devoured

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 am
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The light is frozen

and I am devoured

by your darkness

 

 

poem- heaviness September 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:05 pm
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The mist in the hills

weighs heavily on my heart

The wind through the valley

blows bleakly on my brain

The rain from the grey

drips doggedly on my dreams.

.

.

.

It’s only Wed, but I am exhausted!  I’m sure this soggy weather isn’t helping

 

poem-drain September 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:39 pm
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Like tepid water

we’re floating in

the faintest current,

flowing toward

a trickling drain

that empties

us into hollow

cavities

in evening.

 

 

poem-what they said

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:54 am
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While he was dying

the nurses at his bedside

chatted with one another.

When he came back to life

he told them what he heard

and they could not

meet his eyes.

.

.

(true story)

 

 

poem- returning September 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:39 pm
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I tried to

return your letters

once,

but they are

still here,

and the hurt

in your voice

still echoes,

when I unfold

pages.