Shawn L. Bird

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poem-Emptying my mother’s house September 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:54 pm
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I tell myself,

In the process of creation,

her art fulfilled its purpose.

If the family has chosen what to keep

Freeing the rest to the universe

is just extending its mandate

not a betrayal to her

memory.

 

poem-fire season September 6, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:00 pm
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Goldenrod sky

Fire in the distant hay

My stolen breath

 

poem-siren call September 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:21 pm
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It used to be

a howling ambulance

made me hold my breath

waiting to hear if it flew to you.

Now you’re past their aid,

so I send a blessing

to the stranger in need

and into the sky in memory

of you

 

poem-special delivery August 31, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:14 pm
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Two raw hazelnuts on the back deck.
Delivery from a rat? a squirrel? a passing crow?
I guess that’s something we’ll never know.

 

poem-fuel August 29, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:59 pm
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Inspiration:

green mountain sides
blue skies
spruce scented air

Danger:

summer lightning
immolation
devastating beauty

Prescription:

diamonds dancing
mountain lake
water-bomber

Metaphor:

change
desire
this

 

Poem-growing August 28, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:38 pm
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One small change today
One gift of time
One contribution to a cause
One life-lesson contemplated
One old idea reconsidered
One step toward wisdom
won each day.

 

Poem-sisters August 27, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:39 pm
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Three bitter sisters

Decades

Decades

Decades

What planted those seeds

That swelled with pain

Wound* roots

Those wounds** rooting

around around

deep deeper deepest

Shoots spread painful shots

cruel words

Bloom with false faces:

kindness for friends

peevish pieces for families,

never words children

needed to hear.

Three bitter sisters

Broken spirits

planting bitterness

for decades,

seeding

so many sad

children.

*(past tense of wind)

**(synonym of injury)

 

poem-lucky November 9, 2017

Filed under: Friendship,poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:25 pm
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How lucky I am

in you.

How blessed I am

to know you.

How grateful I am

for you.

 

poem- pages September 4, 2015

Filed under: poem — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:34 pm
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Beneath the dusty cover,

these pages are a brown tinged

crinkly time machine.

 

poem- murder May 6, 2015

Filed under: poem,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:57 pm
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It’s awkward

all this repeated death.

Everyone has the solution

to remove the trouble maker

Everyone has a special skill

that will do the necessary damage.

How would you…?

Count down.

3, 2. 1.

You could…

From every department

something new.

Murder is not hard to do

if it imaginary, and there’s

not practical follow-through.

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I am presently writing a collection of short stories set in a high school.  The staff at my school keeps coming up with suggestions about the next murder.  It’s been quite entertaining!    I had no idea that apparently all teachers can come up with a scary death related to their subject area in under 3 seconds.  How about you?  My husband, (a Youth Probation Officer…) is appalled.  lol

UPDATE: This project became Murdering Mr. Edwards and was published by Coffin Hop Press April 2018 https://coffinhop.com/crime/murdering-mr-edwards/

 

 

 
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