Shawn L. Bird

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poem-ribbon December 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:09 am
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Tonight’s sunset

is a thin strip of pink ribbon

in a vast blue sky

.

One wispy cloud

reflects the fading sun:

a sliver of bright beauty

to stab devouring darkness.

 

poem- pandemic life December 2, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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It is a wearisome year

Each new day weighs heavier

than yesterday.

 

Poem- choking December 1, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:12 am
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Tonight amid the Christmas decorations

grief is hanging on our tree;

loss pummels

hopefulness.

Sadness hollows out my chest,

crushes my shoulders,

lodges in my throat.

Longing overwhelms.

There is no comfort

here, only more memories

of what is gone

who is gone

when is gone

where is gone.

Tonight is too much to bear,

so I’ll climb into bed and

trust tomorrow brings

solace and that much lauded

peace of the season.

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poem- 10 hours later November 30, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:26 am
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fuzzy tongue fumbles around words

brain, caught in clouds, reaches for fleeing thoughts

feet stumble, avoid tumbling

body rocking, skin tingling

when the doctor says, ‘these pills will be out of your system

in four or five hours,’ here is double time paradox,

tenacious effect.

 

poem- the end November 28, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:18 pm
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such a long time

in the making.

planned so long ago.

waiting.

injury

healing

tiny steps

tiny steps

tiny steps

make the journey

so

long

but here we are at

the

end.

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August 2018 Nikolette Jones and I bantered out the plans for 3 Nikki Knox stories that I would write by August 2019. Unfortunately, August 28 I suffered a brain injury that meant time off work, therapy, and a long road of recovery. I have been dabbling for 2 years with the 4th book, and it is FINALLY finished! It is two years late, but it’s here at last! Nikolette is busy with the art and there will be a new, lovely Nikki Knox 4 book compilation out in the next few months! Yay! It’s so good to have a brain that’s working again.

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poem-shared November 27, 2020

It starts with a shoemaker:

distinctive shoes

loud shoes

not for hiding shoes.

It grows with friends:

shared shoe styles

shared eccentricity

shared creativity.

It rests in comfort:

not alone.

Celebrate unique soles

together.

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My Nikki Knox collaborator, Nikolette, also a teacher, and I are feeling rather stressed these days as the second wave of the pandemic strikes with rising numbers in schools. We are consoling each other by wearing the same Fluevog shoes this week (we have several pairs in common). Though we are 800 km apart, we are in each other’s hearts and soles. 🙂

 

poem-the dog peeks out of the blankets November 26, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:20 am
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The alarm. Snooze hit five times.

The feet unsteady.

The eyes blur the room.

Shoulders ache.

Ankle twinge.

Tired. So tired.

A good day to stay inside.

Light a fire.

Bake something to take

pandemic weariness away,

But the mask is on

Happy face

the work day

awaits.

 

poem-letter from the war office November 25, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 am
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The first message is a head’s up.

Someone in the building has tested Covid positive and is off to quarantine.

“You will be contacted by an official in the health authority is there is potential that you were in contact with someone while they were contagious. Carry on until then.”

Potential: having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future.

You know, like how two people in a building have the potential to pass one another, greet one another, use the same facilities, sit in the same chairs, use the same keyboards, sit next to one another at lunch, even though you don’t know them and they don’t know you. You’d identify them how?

I think the more accurate message would be “You will be contacted by an official in the health authority is there is likelihood that you were in sustained contact with someone while they were contagious.”

Let’s be real. Potential is everywhere. Give us the hope of less likelihood!

Several hundred people wait in our masks with bated breath, wondering who will be the ‘lucky’ winner of a lottery worthy of Shirley Jackson.

Pandemic adventures as we attempt to surf the second wave.

 

poem- Yay! It’s Friday! November 24, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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First thought upon waking–

elation.

With consciousness–

crash.

Tuesday.

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Pandemic tension

daily trauma

viral hide and seek

Trench warfare,

wearing us down.

Dreaming of weekend leave,

Before the return to mud.

 

poem-pity November 23, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:22 am
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Like Red Rose Tea:

only in Canada?

confused identity.

Reindeer

are just caribou.

Who knew?

 

 
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