Wrapped around my leg
munching a clattering antler
fuzzy black love.
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Puppies are so sweet when they’re not chewing your glasses or devouring a black ballpoint pen on your cream leather sofa…
quote-telling the story August 4, 2016
“I am only responsible for my own choices. I am choosing to tell my story. Who listens to it is not my burden; telling it is.”
~Secrets of a Charmed Life
~Susan Meissner
poem-foggy
I have been walking in a fog
My mind blurred at the edges,
thoughts soft as cirrocumulus
passing above on a summer day.
Nothing feels important enough
to rise from the stupor. My pilot light,
that creative spark is not burning
strongly enough to penetrate the haze.
Summer’s changing shape
has consequences.
poem- moon glow August 3, 2016
Upon my chest, the moonstone pendant sits.
I gaze down at a clear rock streaked with white
and wonder what happened to the glow that
captivated me from the display case.
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Busy at work,
“I’m sorry,” the lady says, “I don’t mean to stare, but
does your necklace have a light in it?”
“Yes,” another says, “I was wondering that, too.
It’s beaming from your chest! It’s so amazing!
What kind of stone is that?”
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Moonstone, you teach me a lesson:
While we are looking down at something, we may not see its potential
to reflect a glorious light.
In unexpected moments, a glow reflects what it can be.
poem- trust me August 1, 2016
It’s not in the wishes.
It’s in the moments.
The reality.
The day to day.
It’s in consistency.
Trust me.
poem-journey July 31, 2016
This is not where I expected to be,
but they were right when they said
if you don’t plan where you’re going
you may not like where you end up.
So I am not staying.
The view is crushing.
The map is out, and every step of this journey
is planned. Tour guide at the ready,
ready to keep me going in the right direction.
I know the next destination, and I’m setting off
on a pilgrimage of sacrifice,
to atone for foolish wanderings,
and find the self I lost along the way.
poem-summer singing
Evening chorus
is al fresco dining
‘Hello out there!’
‘Where are you, baby?
‘Over here, boys!’
Amphibian karaoke.
Beating out its rhythm of
summer romance.
poem-impact July 28, 2016
We never know
what words will wrap around someone’s heart
and make a day bearable.
We never know
what actions will give strength to someone’s resolve
and encourage tomorrow.
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What a gift it is when someone from long ago calls to say that you made a profound difference in their life. How humbling it is to know that we touch so many people, and to be reminded how important it is to appreciate those we meet from day to day.
short listed!
Yay! A short short story I wrote for a Writers’ Digest contest has been shortlisted to the Top 5. How exciting! Now the public can vote on their favourite. The winner will be published in Writers’ Digest magazine. I would so appreciate your support! The stories are here: You don’t have enough points, sir. I’m Entry B. (Think B for Bird 🙂 ) You just have cut and paste into their comments to vote. Easy peasy. Please vote for me! Thanks!
poem-sweet July 27, 2016
Ah, you with your honeyed tongue
whispering words that make me feel
nervous of my sweet tooth.
Shawn L. Bird 