Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-relief November 17, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:01 pm
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“No” is not always

a negative thing.

.

Sometimes it is

a sweet relief.

.

Sometimes “yes”

brings too much to do,

too much responsibility

too much accountability.

.

Sometimes “no”

breathes a melancholy sigh.

Thankfulness.

This is not the time.

 

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poem- eager November 16, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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I’m checking today

Again.

I checked yesterday

And the day before

And the day before that.

Each time,

I catch my breath,

before I click the key.

Open.

Enter.

Hopeful.

So far,

No news.

But

I’ll keep checking,

Until I

Know.

.

Oh!

 

poem- lips November 12, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:22 am
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laughing eyes

begin to smoulder,

leaning in

gentle touch,

lips spark

in the darkness

electricity

between us

 

 

 

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-steps November 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:37 am
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Three steps ahead

he strides forward,

in a rush,

as usual,

to get nowhere,

quickly.

He trails her behind him,

a fuming

sputter

of irritation,

gathering pressure,

ready to explode.

 

 

poem-familiar face October 30, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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You look familiar,

I said.

Where do I know you from?

We listed things we do,

things we did,

places we go,

people we know.

Nothing in common.

It was weeks later,

I saw you through the crowd,

and realized I’d seen you in my mirror

forty years ago.

 

 

poem-see October 25, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:29 am
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I see

how every word crashes into you,

threatens to capsize you,

flaps at your mainsail,

sends your boom flying across a bow,

leaving your cowering on the deck,

begging for the storm to pass.

Aim for port, where words

are bulwarked by the breakwater,

and tides are tempered.

We’ll tie up in safety;

see?