Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-tending roses March 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:30 am
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I should have

warned you about our bud.

She’s thorny

but she’s precious.

Touch her brusquely

and you’ll bleed from flesh

torn by her thorns. 

They are sharp, but they protect

a precious bud.

Some day, if we tend her well

she will blossom into a glorious rose,

for now she is a thorny stalk

with a tentative bud,

doubtful of blooming.

She will need to be coaxed,

but someday, her unique beauty

will amaze you.

She will show the world

talent, insight, and vision.

She’ll be a complexity of

colour, scent, tenacity.

For now, she is a thorny stalk,

but we have faith

the guarded bud

will bloom

 

 

 

poem- snow falling March 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:38 pm
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Snow falling

a white world

Pure motives

clean character

Love calling

to warm bed

longing

laughing

falling.

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(This is my 1300th blog post!  Hurrah!)

 

 

quote-John Green on love March 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:04 pm
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I believe in true love, you know?  I don’t believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

~John Green The Fault in our Stars p. 75

I’m completely with John on this one.   I know that most people don’t have that experience, but should is an optimistic word.  Loyalty to someone is a beautiful thing.  It’s powerful when it’s reciprocated.

 

 

 

poem- bird bouquet February 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:40 pm
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Usually too territorial to rest together,

twenty Red winged blackbirds,

tremble upon the tips.  

One bush, in early spring,

a yellow, red and black bird bouquet.

.

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Such a strange sight as I was driving home from Vernon last weekend!  And hey!  Red winged blackbirds are the first sign of spring!  YAY!

 

 

poem-learning to listen February 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:47 pm
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A roomful

of opinions

opinions

opinions

everyone shouting

no one hears.

I think!

I believe!

I!

I!

I!

Wait!

Sit.

Listen.

Ask a question.

Listen to the answer.

Really listen.

Hear.

Think.

Learn.

Grow.

.

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Another poem for the very inspiring Robin with whom I teach.   So honoured to work in a school full of such amazing masters.  So wonderful to watch kids learn how diverse our world is, how full of shades of grey, how their opinions aren’t the only ones in the world.  🙂

 

poem-Newton’s first law of writing February 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:30 am
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It’s not about writer’s block

It’s about writer’s inertia

An object at rest, stays at rest;

A writer not writing, remains not writing.

Something must get it moving.

An object in motion, stays in motion;

A writer writing, remains writing,

Unless an outside force acts upon it.

Seek the energy to start the motion

And stay in motion

So the book gets written.

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Diana Gabaldon once said that she tries to write every day, because if she doesn’t,  an inertia develops and it’s hard to get to it.  I have found this true!  Since the frenzy of drafting two novels in November, it’s been hard to do more than outline recently.  I know that if I just get into the rhythm of the writing, it will propel itself, but the novel writing rhythm is proving elusive these days.   I’ve been having no trouble keeping up the blog though, providing a poem for your daily reading.  That’s better than nothing!

 

poem-reading at the Cracked Pot February 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:53 pm
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At The Cracked Pot

three crack pots,

(story pouring

word winders)

read.

Audience fights

coffee makers,

straining ears

to hear,

relaxes with smiles

at trials below amid the coal,

at parking problems,

at teen trouble.

The writers who read have only words

with which to weave a moment

to give a gift, to share

with those gracious ears

filling the chairs.

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Allusion to The Cracked Pot Coffee Emporium in Vernon, which hosted writers Patricia Donahue, Howard Brown, and me this afternoon.  A packed house strained their ears, and it was a lovely time!

 

poem-zero

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:08 am
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It’s not a knot.

It’s naught.

 

poem-charmed life February 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:05 pm
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Food in the belly

Roof overhead

Someone to love

Someone who loves back

Meaningful work

Good health

Funds for fun

Joyful heart

Laughter

Grateful

Grateful

Grateful.

 

poem-put it away February 19, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 pm
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Put it away

It’s past the time

for you to escape

the fear

the hoping

the wish

that it will change.

It won’t.

The drinking

The shouting

The hitting

The habit.

It’s routine.

Routines don’t change.

That dream

That picket fence

That reflection in your rosy shades

will never be reality.

The reflection behind your shades

will always be blue and black.

Walk away

Put away

that dream

and claim

life.