Tap tap
Oh?
Mmm,
No B. O.
Hmm?
Big guns!
Big guns?
Yo!
No.
Oh?
No.
No?
No.
Oh.
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poem-realities May 4, 2016
It’s hard to love you
when you shred me,
slice my skin on the sharp tips
of those needle teeth.
It’s hard to love you
when you track mud,
make puddles, and leave
stinking pellets behind you.
It’s hard to love you
but your eyes twinkle,
and your tail wags
and you keep trying to climb into my lap
It’s hard to love you
but the hard things are worthwhile.
I’m building a love story
with training and time.
poem- bloom May 3, 2016
There is a certain futility
in buds blooming in a vase,
but undeniable beauty
bursting open without hope
of bearing fruit.
poem- guessing May 2, 2016
I guess
I should remember
the curve of your cheek
the reach of your arms
the pitch of your voice.
I remember
the imprint of your fingers
against my thigh, rising scarlet.
I remember
the strident screech
that foretold your speeches
about the unfairness of life.
I remember
the flash of your eyes
the thud of the door
being poor.
I guess
I remember
you.
.
.
(FYI- written in persona)
poem-journey May 1, 2016
From my backyard swing
I see you on your journey
flying high above me.
What joy or sadness will you bring
in a public celebration
when you arrive at your destination?
.
View from the swing in my backyard.
poem-optimism April 30, 2016
I bought a yoga block today
To help me do those trickier positions.
I have the yoga mat in a nice new case
at the top of the stairs.
I bought a couple of yoga CDs
and a stack of yoga magazines.
Occasionally I stretch my arms and think
first position of the sun salutation!
Someday, I going to turn on the CD
or go to a class
or take the block from its package.
I have faith in me.
I’ll do it.
Eventually.
poem-puppy business April 29, 2016
I toss you to the grass
You bounce back to the deck.
I toss you to the grass
You bounce back to the deck.
I toss you to the grass
You bounce back to the deck.
I toss you to the grass
You bounce back to the deck.
I toss you to the grass
You race across the lawn
a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster
turn tightly around the pine tree.
You race across the lawn
a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster
turn tightly around the row of pyramid cedars.
You race across the lawn
a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster
turn tightly around the shed,
then stop and squat.
Ahhhhh… success.
You bounce back to the deck
supremely proud of yourself.
Puppy business done.
Poem- terrarium April 28, 2016
You’ve packed the flourishing greenery
Back inside this box you’ve made
A green house cube
stuffed with verdure seeking escape
Seeking opportunity to bloom again
To scatter seed
To create the future.
But you are heedless of this dream;
inside your cube tender greens are safe
From weeds.
poem-dark April 27, 2016
I’m weary of tunnels.
Closing in around me,
narrowing the future
to a pinpoint of possibility
ahead of the foreboding train.
Shawn L. Bird 