Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- walking in the sexy boots October 21, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:14 pm
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The morning skies were grey

but they saw the sashay

and knew it wasn’t a day

to stay that way, you

might construe something at play,

but my boots made the sky turn blue!

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FWIW- I was wearing my purple velvet, sparky embossed leather and black patent leather Fluevog Atria boots today. No such thing as ‘too much.’ 😉

Photo by Shawn L. Bird on October 21, 2020. Image may contain: one or more people, shoes and boots.

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poem- fingers back October 19, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 pm
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Once again

the adage’s proven true,

when you point at someone,

three fingers point back to you.

What you’re calling out

is probably your issue, too;

the louder you shout,

the clearer the cue!

 

poem- leaving the keys for the new owners October 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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The house echoes.

Drapes she made hang on the windows,

the last pieces of her here,

except

the lingering scent of bread baked

months ago, as

her last messages of appreciation,

her last independent acts.

 

poem-rainy reminders October 11, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 pm
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Something is missing from my life:

the crack of the ax

winter’s firewood piled high

wood smoke rising from a chimney

the snapping from the grate

heat sinking into the bones

live fire, primordial comfort,

on a cold night, its golden, spitting light

shadow painting a picture of all we

require.

 

Poem- Stinky socks cinquains October 2, 2020

(These were fun demos written with my students as we worked through some poetry devices on “Poetry Friday-the Wednesday edition”)

Super stinky socks

So easily knee socks crease

Stinky socks stick to my shoes

They slurp when I pull them out.

But say! My socks still rock!

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Socks are mittens for feet

Comfort like a warm fire in winter.

My wooly socks hug my feet

My silent shout of happiness

declares my stinky socks the finest perfume in the world.

I like my socks.


(Can you find assonance, alliteration, consonance, hyperbole internal rhyme, metaphor, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, personification, simile, and understatement?)

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Poem- It’s NOT about the shoes? October 1, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:27 am
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sometimes it’s ALL about the shoes.

‘Cause daring to wear those shoes

is daring to celebrate your self

your passion

your individuality.

I wear wild and funky shoes

because it’s about me in the shoes

and what they tell everyone else.

It’s definitely about the shoes.

Believe it.

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(and that is the whole premise behind the Nikki Knox stories! Check the link above if you love great shoes, too!)

 

poem- walk on a foggy day September 30, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:28 am
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The clouds have come to Earth,

obscuring our panorama

narrowing the perspective

until the view is simply you and me:

this nebulous emergence,

hope and mystery.

 

poem- first flight September 25, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:07 pm
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A leaf grips tight

to where it sprung,

all through the summer storms.

But when autumn comes,

a leaf’s released,

to discover sky and more.

 

poem- hollow September 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:24 pm
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I can hoo-hoot in the empty rooms

a lost owl listening to an echo

where there used to be you.

 

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.

 

 
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