Between
Mist kissed mountains,
Subtle gradations of grey
mark lake and sky;
an eagle sails by
in search of spring.
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poem- I saw March 14, 2014
I saw the sun
dazzling across the water
glinting off your smile
frying through my brain
a laser lighting love.
I saw the cloud
covering across the moon
shadowing the light
wearing darkness like futility
frustration burning.
I see the sun
laughing at the cloud
shimmering through mist
overcoming all
Seeing is believing.
poem- beginning
Remember
city lights
blinking in the lake
your arms wrapped,
us enraptured.
You and I
embracing the mystery
of intimacy,
creating a history,
trusting the future,
facing dreams, and
dreaming of reality
enfolding before us:
Laughter, longing,
lasting love
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The anniversary of our engagement is approaching, so here’s a poem in honour of the guy who’s had my back for 60% of my life. Look at how cute we were on that romantic evening! 😉 (Trust me that there are city lights reflected in the lake behind us. I had a pretty crappy camera!)
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poem- offering March 12, 2014
You bring your words to me
an offering
held in your open palms
like a supplicant.
I meet your fearful eyes
and tell you of your strengths,
coach through your weaknesses,
and encourage your improvement,
as gently as I can.
You reward me with your laughter,
a sound so rare that I am still celebrating
hours later,
so thankful
to be your teacher,
and have the chance to watch
your talent turn you into the
accomplished person
you will be.
poem-waiting in line March 11, 2014
Another car
goes ice dancing
swirling
spinning
from one side of the road to the other
Sending inhabitants flying
in the death spiral.
Stop! Accident scene!
and I must wait
First in line
While 3 ambulances
2 fire trucks
2 marked police cars
4 unmarked police cars
and 2 tow trucks
sort everything out
45 mins late for work
this morning
but thankful
not to be
in one of the ambulances.
I was doing that
ice dance in the same place yesterday.
One moment we are travellers
the next we are dancers
facing a sudden stop
and a different journey.
poem-grounded March 10, 2014
Bald eagle
standing on turned over earth
Watching the cars go by on the highway
(or pretending to,
to give the small creatures
an illusion of safety).
Bald eagle
normally surveying
road and field from high above
is checking out a new perspective.
I wonder whether he prefers
dirt to sky?
poem-spring melt March 9, 2014
The snow is melting!
I hear water tumbling like a waterfall
dripping into pool.
Cascading down my window blinds
puddling inside my door.
The snow is melting!
and I need a new roof.
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poem- trim time
Your toe nails
echo in the hall like
a cavalcade of snare drums.
Thundering timpanic tribulation
of tip tapping echoing through my brain,
draining me of peace.
Your toe nails
four times four feet times two
(two square roots of feet)
Are a private percussion section
depriving me of sleep.
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I need to trim the dogs’ toe nails.
Arg.
poem- blinded March 8, 2014
Nearly 100 years old
Macular degeneration stolen sight
Ears failing
trapped in a blurry, muzzy world
When I am his age
will the genetics he passed along
place me in his world?
Will I be able to do what I love without sight or sound?
So I practice
typing this poem without my glasses.
Hoping for the best
like aging.
Shawn L. Bird 