Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-learning January 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:55 am
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Who has told you

that learning must be boring?

Why do you think

you cannot learn from listening to others?

When did you lose

your natural creativity and curiosity?

Where will you go

if you’re not embracing opportunities here?

What hope is there for you

if you are so jaded so young?

In this place,

we believe that skills and abilities are more important

than out of date information.

We believe learning is more meaningful when

students ask their own questions and explore their own curiosity.

We believe you have potential to discover

far beyond yourself,

but you never will, if you don’t open your eyes to the world

beyond your nose.

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God preserve me from kids who are ‘too cool for school’.

 

poem-hearts January 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:24 pm
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Isn’t it strange

how what you imagine will captivate you forever

can become stale and disgusting with time?

Like fruit fallen too ripe,

stinking beneath the tree,

time sometimes does no favours

to distant hearts.

 

 

poem-preservation January 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:14 pm
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Distance offered safety

Communication was a precious gift

words in letters to save, tied up in ribbon,

opened and savoured.

Today how do they preserve memories?

 

poem-seeds January 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:40 pm
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We are planted

with potentiality;

white blanketed rest bids us wait

until spring gives us the urge to rise

to skies and find our fate.

 

 

poem-palindrome December 31, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:28 pm
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The end of the year we look back

and look forward

at the palindrome of linear time

and perception.

All that is gone remains.

All that will be exists now.

Time is a railroad

vision rides back and forth.

Sequence offers peace.

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At the moment I have 15151 blog followers, and pondering that on the last day of the year led to this poem for you.  Happy New Year to you!

 

Blog resolutions

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 am

Like 2015, I resolve to post a new poem each day.

Additionally, I resolve to share a story or two with you over the course of the year.

Personally,

I plan to submit poems or stories to at least 6 contests or publications.

I plan to eat more vegetables, get out for more walks, and to finish my Masters. Additionally, I hope to have 2 books edited and off to my agent and 2 of my in progress novel first drafts completed.

How about you?  Do you have blog or writing goals for 2016?

 

poem-new December 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:28 pm
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It’s time:

sublime possibilities await.

Face the gate of the new year

coming near,

without fear.

Can’t wait!

It’s here.

 

poem-circle December 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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The year is circling.

The light returns again.

Minute by minute

it’s a new dawn.

Loss is behind us

What’s coming is new,

so welcome beginnings

and good things for you.

 

 

poem-wanderer December 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:49 am
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Death walks softly

cloaked in invisibility.

You rose from bed,

settled in your chair,

and Death tapped you on the shoulder;

bid you follow.

But you said, “Wait,

I have something to do.”

You closed your eyes, and arrived in my room.

I felt you there, befuddled and lost, and so I told you

To move toward the light,

I told you I loved you.

I told you to say hello to Grandma and Grandpa.

And you tracked the light, through my bedroom door

up through my roof, and I looked at the clock: 8:37

The moment you left for heaven.

 

poem-Brittany December 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:00 am
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So small,

but her voice rings out,

bell-like and true

She holds tightly to the tune.

Iridescent cherry curves of caramel.

Beauty under pressure,

vibrating on my lap

music therapy for what ails me.

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A little metaphor.  Here’s the Brittany in question:

Literally true- she keep her tuning amazingly well- I didn’t play for a month and every note was still right!  Unheard of in a harp, really.  Also, the strings are under nearly a ton of pressure, the soundboard bellies out quite dramatically. (They say a harp sounds at its most beautiful just before it explodes…)  My Brittany is cherry wood in the sound box, pillar and harmonic curve, but Baltic birch on the sound board.  She’s a very beautiful little harp.