Shawn L. Bird

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poems- there be whales here! March 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:30 pm
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First a tumbling of the waves

then a shot of spray

while the bulk of gray

rises as we watch safely

from two hundred metres away.

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Hubby took pity on my whale-less sighting attempts (which were quite pathetic, truly) and booked us a whale watching trip.  I saw four clearly.  3 were feeding in a shallow area we couldn’t get too close to, then a 4th was in a really good spot for excellent viewing.  We went out and saw a couple of others, but they weren’t as impressive as gray whale 383.  I tried to video him, so I may post that if it worked.  (Don’t get your hopes up.  I tend to think I’m filming when I’m not, and visa versa).

 

 

poem- waiting for grey whales March 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:24 pm
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On shore watching

patiently waiting

for grey whales.

Scanning grey-blue sky

into grey-blue horizon

on grey-blue ocean

searching for a grey puff of breath

a fluke, sign of a whale amid the grey tipped waves.

Staring.

Scanning.

Watching.

Impatiently waiting for grey whales

in the blue-grey ocean

before the blue-grey horizon

under the blue-grey sky.

Staring.

Scanning.

Watching.

Waiting for grey whales

makes me

blue.

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I’ve wanted to see whales since I read this book as a kid. 3rd trip to the coast during the grey whale migration, and still no sighting.

 

April 13, 2014.  Diana Gabaldon trivia:  Fred Phleger, author of the above book, was a professor at Scripps Institution of Oceanography from 1951 to 1977.  Diana earned her MS in Marine Biology at Scripps in 1975.

 

poem- perspective March 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:22 pm
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Most ferns unfold their fronds

beneath the trees in shady glades.

Along the winding roads

in the Olympic peninsula

ferns view a new perspective,

rooting into the moss

that wraps and drapes the trees.

Instead of remaining on forest floor the fern explore

the sights and sounds high above ground

the wind blown coast

the ocean salt.

Some ferns take advantage of a willing host

to see more of the world.

Their lives may be shorter

and less spread out,

but their perspective is expansive

without a doubt.

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I was astounded to see what I’d call a Boston fern growing all along the roads, from the mossy trunks of all sorts of trees between Forks and Port Angeles* in Washington State.  Huge ones were beneath the trees on the shady side of the road, but on the west side of the road, where the moss was thickest on the trees, the same ferns were growing from out of the moss all the way up the trunks. I didn’t see huge established ferns, just single fronds unfurled on the trees, but dozens on each tree.  It kind of reminded me of being an exchange student, taking root in a new location, and seeing the world from a different view. 🙂  

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*This is the road that Edward Cullen takes at ridiculous speeds in his Volvo in the Twilight books. Personally, I don’t think even someone with supernatural powers should be driving faster than 60 miles/hr on that road! 😉

 

poem-offering March 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 am
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In Latin

holocaustum

means ‘burnt offering.’

In World War 2

the Nazis offered

six million souls

to what god?

What appeasement

did they think

they were buying

at such a cost?

There can be no

atonement with

an artificial

sacrifice.

 

 

poem-spring gift March 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:52 am
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On the end of each

rhododendron stem:

A tightly wrapped

promise

of blossom.

 

poem- dark road March 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:59 pm
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When the road is dark

illuminated only be the narrowest of beams

look above to the sparkling canopy of stars

and ahead to the distance glow

and know

illumination is out there.

 

poem-always apologize

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:06 am
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When your wife

thinks you should apologize

you should.

If she says you’ve hurt her

don’t doubt her

Come with flowers

(even dandelions)

Embrace her

Just admit

you didn’t realize

that your actions

would be received so badly

Just apologize

and mean it

and everything

will be fine.

Next time,

when your wife hurts  you,

you can tell her,

and she’ll apologize

to you.

 

Steven King’s Top 20 Rules for Writing. March 18, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:11 pm

I love Stephen King’s On Writing. It is inspiring, full of good advice, and worth reading repeatedly! Thanks for this summary, Bobbie!

bobbiebandy's avatarBobbie C. Bandy

All of these were taken from Stephen King’s 2000 writing guide On Writing.

1. First write for yourself, and then worry about the audience. “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.”

2. Don’t use passive voice. “Timid writers like passive verbs for the same reason that timid lovers like passive partners. The passive voice is safe.”

3. Avoid adverbs. “The adverb is not your friend.”

4. Avoid adverbs, especially after “he said” and “she said.”

5. But don’t obsess over perfect grammar. “The object of fiction isn’t grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story.”

6. The magic is in you. “I’m convinced that fear is at the root of most bad writing.”

7. Read, read, read. ”If you don’t have time to read…

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poem- fuzziness March 17, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:52 pm
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Two fluffy poodles

curled commas on pillows

Wearing winter coats

 

poem- spring? March 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:03 pm
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Last night

I fell asleep planning

an ensemble:

beige, flowing garments

open shoes

bare skin, no socks.

Spring is here!

Celebrate!

I awoke

to see snowflakes filling the sky

giant two inch diameter

behemoth flakes

mocking my dreams of spring.

Wardrobe re-think.

Boots today.

Again.

Still.

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