Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-caveat emptor November 17, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:45 pm
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Let no further discussion

mar your sense of certainty.

Let no logic stir irrationality,

challenge responsibility,

force mutability.

Enough!

Sine pace.

Fix this!

 

poem-invisibility November 16, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 pm
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You have to pour paint

over your transparency,

if you want to be visible.

 

poem- vaguely November 15, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 pm
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It couldn’t quite be

as obvious as that?

Roped mysteries

hauled to lucidity,

tugged into reality.

Something is vaguely changed.

Weary watching,

sidelong looks,

what happens next?

 

poem- short November 14, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:51 pm
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Short?

Moment

by moment

stretched.

Power is not in height

but in determination.

 

 

poem-nefarious November 13, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:54 pm
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For eighteen years,

each evening when I glance out my kitchen window,

I see my elderly neighbour

at work through his window.

Suddenly, this week,

his drapes are drawn.

What nefariousness is this?

What hidden adventures is this World War 2 spy

up to now, that require such secrecy?

The neighbourhood has become far

more interesting with this mystery.

 

poem-aftermath November 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:48 pm
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The day after

the wishes flow,

the possibilities drain away.

Futility crushes the mutibility of dreams,

but tomorrow is another day.

 

 

haiku- 100th anniversary of WW1 end November 11, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:29 am
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The guns fell silent

one hundred years ago, but

it didn’t end all war.

.

Mired in mud and blood

patriotism butchered

a generation.

.

If only those

recruitment posters were true

and their lives bought us peace.

 

poem-decisions November 10, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:59 pm
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Silent chatter

clattering through her mind,

shouting thoughts,

whispered shrieks,

speaking do

don’t

do

don’t.

Can it be?

Will it be?

Should it be?

Yes.

No.

Make it so.

Stuttering possibility

silently.

 

poem-first snow November 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:11 pm
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Grey morning:

sky falls in fragile pieces

past my window,

lies,

white clouds upon the ground.

This morning

I can touch the sky.

Cold comfort.

 

poem-seeing November 8, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:29 pm
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We fight to see

through blurs,

double vision,

colour corrected, blue filter.

Which is better, one

or two?

One?

or two?

Where do the eyes track

as you read this text?

What games does your brain play

with your eyes?

How are you blind?

Through which lenses can you see?

.

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Due to my ongoing concussion symptoms, I had a visual therapy evaluation today. Fascinating stuff.  Got me thinking about sight.