In the bedroom mirror
curves swerve
from shoulder to ankle
arcing circle
fertility curling her.
In the rearview mirror
an undulating landscape
curves swerve
from hills to plain,
clouds bubbling
with the fertile promise of rain.
poem-dragons March 12, 2015
You rest content
curled and snoozing
until bedtime.
Then the dragons come.
They wake you
harass you
scare you,
so you pace and tell us about it.
Dear dragons,
Go away.
We all need sleep!
Here’s a little pill,
a magic tablet,
to send you on your way.
.
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OJ the dog is about to try some anti-anxiety meds to see if that will help him with his grief and anxiety for a few weeks, until he’s used to being the lone dog. I can’t believe my dog is officially suffering from mental illness. Old dog.
poem-doing March 11, 2015
You are amazing.
You are worthy of love.
You are valuable.
You have something to offer.
What are you doing?
poem-distress signal March 10, 2015
whimper
pant
pace
whine
pant
woof?
pant
woof
pace
pant
woof!
pant
WOOF!
pant
cry
WOOF wooooof!
pant
sigh
.
.
My 15 year old standard poodle is still unable to manage alone after we had to put down our 16.5 year old miniature poodle last month. We now allow him to sleep in our bedroom. Last night, after he’d been pacing and whimpering from 1:30 to 2 a.m. (post snack and pee-break) I actually got out of bed to lie beside him on the floor for 20 minutes until he settled. I’m not sure if that’s enabling, but we were all able to sleep afterwards. A visit to the vet this week, and a trip to his favourite kennel master next week, and I have hopes that perhaps he’ll be able to cope soon. The mourning process is a challenge for us all.
poem- really? March 9, 2015
I thought I knew
what was coming next,
but all I know
is nothing is what I expect.
.
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poem- offensive March 8, 2015
I am offended by this object.
In my messy,
but perfectly coordinated, kitchen
you have filled the clear soap dispenser
with acid yellow dish detergent,
instead of clear or white
as is the aesthetic choice.
It glares at me:
caution colour
screaming incongruity.
It hurts my eyes;
it seers my sensibility.
But you are proud
of your helpfulness,
and this is your house, too.
Perhaps if I squint,
it will be invisible?
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poem- fill
Clean fill wanted.
Fill ‘er up.
Free fill.
Post buffet belly full.
Fill the empty space, erase the years.
Botox?
Not free.
But fills
poem-picking March 7, 2015
Poems crowd together,
being sorted
like kids in PE class.
Popular kids first
Intelligent kids next
Then intuitive, quirky kids.
But after that?
Many sad poems
that didn’t make the team?
.
.
.
(compiling poetry for collections.)
poem-partners March 6, 2015
Sometimes
when your shoe is hurting,
it’s because of the seam
on the sock.
poem- limping March 5, 2015
The physiotherapist
rolls, stretches, and manipulates
my ankle joint.
Push here.
Pull there.
Between parallel bars
re-learn to walk:
roll from the heel,
flex that joint.
Let go.
If you rely on the supports
and are too tender with the joint
you’ll continue to limp.
Your body will think it must,
even when the joint is healed.
How many other ways
am I limping in my life?
How many other ways
should I re-learn to walk?
.
For Jody and Anita
Shawn L. Bird 