Shawn L. Bird

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poem-double words April 21, 2021

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NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 21 was to use repetition modelled after http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2008/11/there_was_a_man_of_double_deed.html.


There was a girl who spoke the words
That wrapped the world, but went unheard

When the girl began to dream
T’was like the universal scheme

When the scheming came to naught
T’was like a void that time forgot

When the void it opened wide
T’was like a cave with home inside

When home called loudly, she went in
T’was like relief flooding within.

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poem-sijo April 20, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Day 20 NapoWriMo prompt is the sijo, a Korean form. It’s a triplet with lines of 14-16 syllables, each divided. Conflict, development, resolution with a twist.

The school bell rings; kids enter one by one, masked, alone in the crowd.

They ignore the rule to space themselves out, clamouring for comfort.

Teens want to crush close together, as they stare at their phones.

 

poem-slowing April 19, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:05 pm
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sloth life

this

my foggy

brain

creep

dull walk

sleepy

move

like I’m

still.

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Day 19? NaPoWriMo I don’t know the prompt. Too tired to look. I think I’ve missed some days. I am so tired. Trying to keep it together.

 

Poem- Exam Day April 14, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:33 am
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In the class room

the fan makes the loudest noise

second to the crinkle of paper

turning, shuffling.

Shifting bodies.

deep breaths,

inhaling fortitude,

exhaling a last,

desperate hope.

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Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. Not following the prompt, which is about examining one’s name. Patrick Lane has already written the only Bird poem I’d want to write!

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poem-Extra! Extra! April 13, 2021

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Read all about it!

Societal shut down has brought species recovery!

Extra! Extra!

Covid virus no longer mutating!

Read all about it!

Oceans recovering!

Extra! Extra!

No gun deaths in the USA for tenth year in a row!

Read all about it!

Universal health care keeping people healthy world-wide!

Extra! Extra!

World-wide living wage improves productivity and eliminates poverty!

Read all about it!

Addiction recovery at all time high!

Extra! Extra!

No billionaires! Fair wages and prices for all!

Read all about it!

Earth voted happiest planet!

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A bit of a twist on the NaPoWriMo Day 13 prompt to write a poem on a news article you wished to see. Couldn’t narrow it down, so I just took all the headlines I wish were true!

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poem- Dear Teen Idol April 12, 2021

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I have the membership card

the poster for my wall

I have sworn eternal devotion

gaze longingly and all.

Please write to say you’re listening

to the troubles that I share

Please give me some advice!

Please tell me that you’re there.

Please say you really care!

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Hey!

Thanks for you letter!

Enclosed please find this photo just for you!

xo

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.Official NaPoWriMo prompt for April 11- letter poetry (aka epistolary poem)

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poem-what’s to do? April 9, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:19 am
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One voice shrill above the babble:

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!

Oh girl,

I hear you.

What’s happening, indeed.

How do we hold our pieces together?

*buy string

*wrap a reminder around my finger: “it will be okay”

*send a card: Thinking of you

*put on makeup

*video call

*write a poem

*read a book

*have a nap

*roll in blankets with the dog

*sing loudly to the radio

*hunt for daffodils

*listen to the chickadees

*fill the feeder, black oil sunflowers are their favourite.

*be gentle with myself when I inevitably

*fall apart

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Today’s NoPoWriMo prompt is to write a To Do list.
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poem-Counting Crows April 8, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 am
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Saturday
seven crows: silent
vigil. We
come, one by
one, say sorrowful farewells.
On Sunday: eight crows.

One crow mourns with us
as a lifetime leaves her house
in boxes.
Memories
lost, unless known to
eleven crows.

An allusion, of course, to the traditional rhyme:
Counting Crows
One for sadness, two for mirth;
Three for marriage, four for birth;
Five for laughing, six for crying:
Seven for sickness, eight for dying;
Nine for silver, ten for gold;
Eleven a secret that will never be told.


For NaPoWriMo day 8, this poem is a 6 line shadorma, with a reverse shadorma in the second stanza. The syllable count is 3/5/3/3/7/5. The shadorma was introduced with the fib form yesterday, but I wanted to play with both.

 

poem- storming April 7, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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you

dance

flinging

happiness

into a rain-buffed sky,

capturing melancholy hope.

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NaPoWriMo day 7. This is a FIB. A six line poem that follows the syllable count 1/1/2/3/7/5. Today’s prompt also included a ‘shadorma’ 3/5/3/3/7/5, but I will save that one for another day.

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poem- When we spoke of masks April 6, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:33 pm
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Once, masks were metaphorical;

pandemics were historical.

Now, cortisol flood makes us

fatter every day.

Isolating’s creating a nation of moles,

nervous of leaving our holes,

as each wave proves more deadly,

We’re wishing consequences on anti-maskers

and anti-vaxxers: be sacrifices for your cause,

carry a card that you’re happy to

leave hospital beds for those who

take this seriously, those

who sacrifice comfort for society.

We’ll try to survive by masking insecurities,

and wait eagerly for our vaccines,

praying variant strains, don’t over-strain us.

Masking anxiety until we can

Breathe easier again.

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NaPoWriMo Day 6. Another day ignoring the official prompt ’cause I had other stuff in my mind. Weird how often I’m playing with rhyme this week.

 

 
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