Shawn L. Bird

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poem- Dear Teen Idol April 12, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:47 am
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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!



Thanks for you letter!

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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:


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




Today’s NoPoWriMo prompt is to write a To Do list.





poem-Counting Crows April 8, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 am
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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.
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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into a rain-buffed sky,

capturing melancholy hope.



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.






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.





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.


poem-follows you April 5, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:27 pm
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I read a book that gutted me

I turned each page immersed

in worlds far away

in sacrifice.

This masterpiece past any piece

of writing I could do.

Now Twitter says,

that author follows you.

My joy is tangled in my grief

that I may be worth

the following!




NaPoWriMo day 5. Skipping the official prompts today.


poem-perspectives April 4, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
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It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?

Pandemic confusion.

I’m swimming in a world gone awry

looking for the ladder of escape

which way’s up?


poem-Listen Carefully-paint chip poetry April 3, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:13 pm
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Today’s prompt from involves making a universal deck of 100 words and then drawing a couple of words. I don’t have time or inclination to do that, but I do have this lovely Paint Chip Poetry kit, and that seems to suit the spirit of the prompt.

I received my Paint Chip Poetry kit from my Writerly Kit Subscription Box, a fun box of writerly inspiration that arrives in my mailbox ever couple of months. I’ve even been a feature writer for the kit, which was an honour.



Lunar bramble

lap swim

grizzly gargoyle

penny… tea leaves…

marachino heartbeat

baby sweater

tickled pink.

May be an image of indoor and text that says "Paint LISTEN CAREFULLY Poetry Prompt maraschino heartbeat baby sweater tickledpink"

I quite like how there’s a whole story unfolding in this one! It reminds me of this family legend:
A gypsy told my paternal grandmother that she would have a grand-daughter. Since Dad’s wife at the time couldn’t have kids, and they’d adopted 3 boys, it was thought impossible. But Dad had a second wife, and when my grandmother was 86, she got to hold me! She died the following year.




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poem-Not That Road April 2, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:10 pm
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That way lies madness, dear.

Keep your eyes on the path you chose.

What might have been?

What could have been?

All dangerous conjecture.

Embrace today.

Celebrate this self, right here.

Right now.

Embrace what is.



.NaPoWriMo Day 2 The official prompt from today: Explore your own “Road not Taken”



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poem-glow? April 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:31 pm
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Oh, yeah.

I used to gleam.

Shining sparkling day-glo shimmer

You know what I mean?

But Covid, man.

It’s worn me out.

Dulled my bright-light

What’s this exhaustion about?

It’s just going to work,

same as before

Just wearing a mask

washing hands, washing hands, and washing some more.

What’s so tiring about that?

I have absolutely no clue

But I’m heading to bed now at dinner time.

How are you?




#NaPoWriMo Day 1. The official prompt from was a video that triggered my TBI sensory over-load so I couldn’t watch it. :-/ I’ve come home from work, and again it’s not even 6 p.m. and I’m ready to crawl into bed with an eye mask, a heating pad, and an audio book. I can’t believe how exhausted I am all the time now! How’s a girl supposed to get poetry written, let alone books and stories! Arg. I hope you’re feeling less exhausted.




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