Shawn L. Bird

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

November 4, 2013

Filed under: Monday Meme,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm

Here is a photo meme for you!

“secret place”

This photo was taken at the top of Fish Creek Park (by Parkland subdivision) in Calgary,

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 Your assignment:

1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.

2. Post it on your blog.

3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).

4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.

I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with!  (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).

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MondayMeme2013-10-28

 

poem- the last time November 3, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 pm
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The last time

I was here,

you

were

here,

too.

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(In response to a WritersDigest.com prompt)

 

poem- joy in an email

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:43 pm
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Your words are joy

Not just the message in them

but the fact you composed them

for me.

I am grateful

that you are in my world,

that you take time to write

for me.

 

poem- on the edge November 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 pm
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On the knife edge of poetry

you perch,

your bloody feet poised to leap

into my soul.

 

 

poem- reminiscence

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:02 pm
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The rain on this sky light

makes me long for

pattering on the tin roof,

a warm wood stove,

old friends

from then.

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Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.

Oh look!  It was for sale again!  http://pglistings.ca/buy/17360_Woods_Road Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993.  I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that  (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom.  Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it).  I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs!  We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way.  I wonder where their living room furniture is?  >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place.  Sometimes I still dream of this house.

 

poem- grey

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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Seven days

since you promised,

the grey cloak

over the hills

offers no warmth

for my wishful heart.

 

poem- far away November 1, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:12 pm
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Far away

Past today

dreams surveyed

No pain

restrained

Today

Away

 

poem- perspective October 31, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:04 pm
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Honey lips

wake me

to a dreamy reality:

Unexpected pleasures,

moonlight impressions.

Your laughter

invites me to discover

a new perspective.

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quote- fly off

Filed under: Poetry,Quotations — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:18 pm

Apollinaire said

“Come to the edge,” he said.

They said, “We are afraid.”

“Come to the edge,” he said.

They came.

He pushed them…

and they flew

-Christopher Logue

This the essence of teaching: challenging our students to take a risk, so they can achieve more than they ever thought was possible.

 

A Hallowe’en story October 30, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:58 pm
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Time for the annual re-blog of my Hallowe’en poem… 😉 Have fun!

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This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin.

The other side is closer

So fears well from within.

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Harold was out driving

Along a country lane

The fog was rolling thickly

The moon was on the wane

A crash rang through the forest

As a tree fell on the road

Harold’s heart was pounding

He looked for an abode

There off in the distance

He saw a flickering light

He headed off toward it

While pushing down his fright

This is the time of year

They say the veil is thin

The other side is closer

So fear wells from within

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The walk went on forever

Though it hadn’t seemed that far

Was the light moving also?

Soon he lost sight of his car.

A crunching noise behind him

Made him jump in fear

A huffling breath was panting

The thing was very…

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