Shawn L. Bird

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Book spine poem- Wild August 3, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:17 pm
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Found poetry- Book spine poetry.  These books are all by BC Poets.

What does a house want?
Borrowed rooms.
What the soul doesn’t want?
Chaos inside thunderstorms
Silence-the breaking of it
Ghost in the gears.

Our familiar hunger.

There is a season.
Skin like mine
The bodies
fishtailing.
The wild in you.

 

Poem- Summer storm August 1, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 am
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This air is thick enough to drown in
Wading through your words
Lightning flashes in the hills like my
anxiety after the press conference.
Summer storm raging.
They announce back to school plans.
I’m watching the hills for forest fires,
fearing the burning.
Brief respite: rain splatters on the back deck,
before oppression descends again,
and our power goes out.

 

poem- anonymous July 14, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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Who are you

generous flower sender?

Encouraging words

Kind thoughts

Huge bouquet

Mystery.

floral delivery mystery 2020-07-14

(Lovely words in the card, but no indication of who sent this gorgeous bouquet!)

 

 

 

 

poem- Father’s Day June 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:56 am
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My father’s ashes are beside me. Once
Every day was Father’s Day,
Now every day he’s absent,
But every day he’s here.
Love never dies.
Devotion binds fond memories;
so long as we remember him,
it’s always Father’s Day.

 

poem-grey June 8, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 am
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The first day

my mother did not see

dawned grey and heavy

with dew.

But still the finch greeted me

with its joy at waking to

the new.

 

poem-wind June 7, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:58 am
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The crows auk auk their condolences

The finch assures that life goes on.

My mother is now spirit in the breeze,

(or the stiff head-wind,

’cause she was stubborn like that).

 

poem-song June 6, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:25 am
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It is my mother’s second

dying day.

I awaken, heart heavy,

to the house finch’s

happy song.

An accompanist,

as a spirit dances its

release

into eternity.

 

poem- slow June 5, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:22 pm
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How is this day only half over?

Only six hours since I told the doctor

palliation would be her choice,

a life-time is dragging by.

Each minute means more

than those before it.

An infinite embrace

unfolding, a somnolent

soul journeying

forward.

 

poem- identity June 4, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 am
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Your name drips heavy irony:

joyful, playful, desirable.

Was that a youthful you

I never knew?

What carved through

who you were meant to be

and left such an antipode

behind?

 

poem- fade June 2, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:48 pm
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Certainty sits in my throat while

rain weeps uneasy farewell

to the ambulance.

She will not fare well.

She is failing, fragile.

Rain washes tenuous existence

down the street in ripples

and rivulets.

It’s all downhill from here.

 

 
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