love
≠
tolerance
dutiful service
.
love
=
tolerance
dutiful service
poem-equal definitions February 26, 2015
love
≠
tolerance
dutiful service
.
love
=
tolerance
dutiful service
poem-waiting February 25, 2015
She’s waiting for the words
he will not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he should not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he does not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he could not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he can not say.
She’s waiting for the words.
poem-proximity February 23, 2015
Once,
next to my hair salon of choice,
there was an amazing jewelry store.
Before an appointment,
I’d peruse the sparkling wares,
and occasionally I’d be captivated,
to leave a great percentage
of my pay cheque there,
in exchange for lasting, glistening baubles.
Now,
next to my hair salon of choice,
these is an amazing chocolate store.
Before an appointment,
I peruse the creamy, sweet wares,
and always I am captivated,
to leave a small percentage
of my pay cheque there,
in exchange for momentary ecstasy on my tongue.
poem-step February 22, 2015
She moves one
tiny foot in front of the other,
embracing her future,
present and past.
poem- The Light Returns February 21, 2015
.
Through mourning,
the light returns
brushing softly
touching tenderly
with morning.
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“The Light Returns” by Elaine Holmes
Charcoal on board 4X6 feet
From collection of J&S Bird
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We just hung this large, stunning drawing in our house. Elaine Holmes is an artist and teaching colleague from down the road. I fell in love with the piece at an exhibition in the Salmon Arm Arts Centre called “Dark Nights” 10 artists celebrating the solstice. We’re delighted to own it! It just asked for its own poem. 🙂
poem-expansion February 19, 2015
Swelling protectively
Guard against weakness
Pretend to be bigger
Ache inside.
poem-stretch February 18, 2015
This joint needs stretching.
Lean into the pain,
just a little push.
Hold there,
on the edge of the agony.
Relax back.
Lean again; push
just
a little
further.
Stretch the joint;
flexibility is necessary,
when you may need to run,
eventually.
poem- swing February 17, 2015
So why does a kilt catch all the girls’ eyes?
The risk that men run and what she might spy,
Should breeze catch a pleat and lift to the sky?
No, what catches the eye and makes hearts sing,
what makes her desire her own highland fling
is the lad’s stance and the way that kilt swings!
A man in a kilt breathes confidence, aye?
So don that kilt, laddie, make the girls sigh
when you swing those pleats as you saunter by!
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A little rhyming for you today. 😉
“It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing, doo wah doo wah, doo wah doo wah!”
Shawn L. Bird 