There is a fat, old
woman wearing my awesome
shoes, hat, and clothing!
seeds of longing May 26, 2013
your breath
drifts across my nostrils
soft as dandelion dreams,
floats past my ears
whispering mystic riddles,
touches my lips
with promised kisses,
lingers like laughter
o’er our tomorrow.
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Pondering workshop advice from Garry Gottfriedson at Word on the Lake. “Love poems should use soft sounds,” and “never mention the word love…”
loneliness May 25, 2013
Snail subsisting
in solitary
travel trailer
inhales oily hair.
Magenta imagination
strikes a stuttering sibilance.
This journey is
long,
lingering,
loneliness.
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A poem crafted in a workshop with Gary Gottfriedson at Word on the Lake 2013. (Having a great time! Wish you were here!)
The brief: 10 lines with rich imagery; include senses, an amazing verb, and a colour; avoid clichés.
listen May 24, 2013
I am here
to listen.
I want to savour each word
of the story you create
to make meaning of the world.
I am here
to listen.
I want your words to come
clear on the air
to my ear,
each one a gift.
I want to listen
So speak your passion
in whispers and shouts
enunciated
truncated
dissipated
like leaves in fall
wisked away by wind.
I want to capture each one
so your story
becomes part of my story,
so I can raise my voice
sing my song,
tell my tale.
We share together:
I am;
hear.
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Tonight I was at the Shuswap Association of Writers Coffee House, presented annually in conjunction with Word on the Lake Festival of Readers and Writers. I heard some amazing writers and poets read, some were easier to appreciate than others. I like when the poet savours his/her words, and crafts the reading like a performance piece, so you can experience the poem. I dislike when a poet tosses off meaningless dribble, and then explains it, and the explanation is a better poem than the poem, itself. Bad form, famous poet, bad form. There was great stuff to enjoy, though, as there always is.
unlikely love… May 22, 2013
This is a wonderful poem by Sarah Kay, about romance between ‘two unlikely objects’ specifically a toothbrush and bicycle tire. So poignant and clever.
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Love on the half shell May 20, 2013
You rise from the basement
like Venus rising from the ocean,
your underwear in your hand,
modestly hiding the assets,
like Venus’s demurely draped hair.
Dripping from your outdoor exertions,
you stand on the carpet–
a modern half-shell–
and your beauty begs for
Botticelli,
but embraces me.
sometimes (a Rule of 3 poem) May 19, 2013
Sometimes
I look at you
changing the tires on my car,
pushing a mower around my mother’s yard,
pruning (really badly) the trees at home,
and I think my heart will explode.
Sometimes
I listen to you
laughing riotously at a scene on TV,
playing Goldberg Variations on the piano,
snoring (very loudly) in bed at night
and I think my heart will explode
Sometimes
I touch you
entwining arms around you,
stretching onto the tips of my toes
kissing (quite passionately) whatever my lips reach
and I think my heart will explode.
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There you go. That’s Diana Gabaldon’s Rule of Three happening in a poem! 🙂 What would make my heart finally explode? If he would only wear his kilt while doing any of the above! lol
pillow thoughts May 17, 2013
He reaches
to her slumbering form,
gathering her
within his arms.
Brushing her hair
with his breath,
he pulls her
against his heart,
too full of
her
to search
for words.
getting it May 16, 2013
I was impressed with OneMinuteBooks’ review of Grace Awakening for a couple of specific reasons. Of course, I like that she’s enthusiastic in her praise, but specifically, I love that she GETS it.
She understands that since Grace is the narrator, the reader has only as much information as Grace does. (Well, they get a little more, as they get to peek in on those 3rd person mythic realm dialogues that Grace doesn’t know about). Yes. This is confusing. Yes. This was intentional. Yes. This means you are Grace, in all her confusion.
I like that the reviewer gets the mythical allusions, and understands the purpose behind not telling the reader straight out. Yes. You’re supposed to be smart enough to be able to look this up yourself (with the help of the glossary at the back). Yes. I expect that you are smart enough to figure out that there…
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paper love May 15, 2013
I covet little papers
Adorned with your precise handwriting
Conveying adoration
Enumerating my suitability.
I covet little papers
You laugh at the saccharin sentimentality
Contrived emotionality
of your romantic immaturity
I covet little papers
Embarrassing legacy of first feeling
Precious pieces of paper
declaring what is now history
I covet little papers
memories of what was dreamt of then
A future that came true
Recorded for posterity
I covet little papers
of what you declared so long ago
promises then are the actions
of our long domesticity.
Shawn L. Bird 