Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- crush September 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:47 pm
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Crush

Crush on you

Rocks crushed

Emotionally crushed.

Orange Crush

Crush

.

.

.

Just playing with a word.

 

 

poem- looking (an #Outlander poem) September 29, 2014

“I want to look,”

she says.

Finger outlining

the focus of

her attention,

she walks

a slow, studious circle

of analysis

and inevitable

appreciation.

.

“Fair’s fair,”

he says,

stepping back

with a glint in his eye,

joyfully

thankful for circumstance

that made her

his.

.

.

.

Another poem based on Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander;  this one based on Ron Moore’s TV series, specifically episode 107, “The Wedding.”

 

poem- old journeys

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:29 am
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First

the steam whistles

disappeared.

Now

the tracks

are gone and

so the old journeys

are memories

and wishes.

 

poem- blur September 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:12 pm
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Your face

is in soft focus

Love is

myoptic.

 

poem- shapes

Filed under: Poetry,Pondering,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:29 am
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Everyone

hangs his opinions on the

frame of his philosophy and world view.

It is important to recognize the frame,

because it explains the shape

of the opinions.

.

.

A metaphor on assumptions, derived from reading Brookfield.

 

poem- system breakdown September 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:31 pm

Your paradigmatic assumptions do not

match the causal assumptions originating

from our prescriptive assumptions.

.

.

(With apologies to Brookfield in Becoming a Critically Reflective Teacher)

 

poem- eagle eyed September 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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There is an eagle perched

above the Eagle River,

stretching his wings

and asking for a poem.

 

poem- how to find writing ideas

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 am
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Just

pay

attention.

.

.

I should probably give credit to Diana Gabaldon, who responded to a question about how she knows so much about human interaction. This was her response.

 

poem- gold drops September 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:19 pm
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A golden leaf

spins toward blackness,

buffeted by traffic,

drifting your way

then my way

above

the high way.

 

poem- devoured

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 am
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The light is frozen

and I am devoured

by your darkness