Every light
moving on the streets
blinking in the buildings
Every light
a life
story.
poem- danger November 20, 2013
Stepping across the street
you are in danger.
Driving to the grocery store
is more dangerous than
flying across the country.
Why then,
does leaving the bonds of earth
and taking to sky or sea
seem like braving great
danger?
.
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I’m not afraid of flying, but I still hold my breath during those take off and landings! Off to another conference. This will be my 5th one this calendar year! I am learning about career education in BC.
poem- fiery eyes November 19, 2013
Mist drifts on snowy mountains,
slash piles burning:
molten eyes in a ghostly face
glowing above us
poem- MOBY dreams (chapter titles found poem) November 18, 2013
Diana Gabaldon just released the next set of chapter titles (68-81) for her next novel, “My Own Heart’s Blood.” They looked like they were asking to be a poem, so now they are. I have taken the liberty of re-ordering them for my own purposes. She assures readers there are no spoilers, but I make no such promises. (ha!) I usually use phrases exactly as found, but in this case, the bold words are the titles, and anything not bolded is added for sense or transition (or my own entertainment).
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The Cider Orchard
High Noon
A Single Louse
In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
ponders the
Peculiar Behavior of a Tent, full of
Morasses and Imbroglios,
a Folie à Trois,
The Dangers of Surrendering to passion are,
The Sort of Thing That Will Make a Man Sweat and Tremble,
(and a louse, too) when it must
Go Out in Darkness.
Consider,
The Price of Burnt Sienna:
is a Sparrow-Fart
Among the Tombstones
Pater Noster
Holy louse,
wrong place, wrong time, indeed.
poem- heart on the wind November 17, 2013
A leaf on the drive way
A large golden heart
No trees nearby match its shape
It is a
a love letter
from the wind.
poem- stranger
You
were the stranger in the house
the sullen face across the table.
You
were the accuser in the house
certain of your imaginary world.
You
were the lost in the house
confused by our reality.
You
were in the house,
but we did not reach
You.
poem-seasonal delusions November 15, 2013
It’s misty in the hills
Rain falls in spatters on the windshield
How can there be a Christmas Craft Fair
when there is no snow?
poem- I am November November 14, 2013
I am November
Light vanishing on a whim
Tears shed in painful memory
Grey and black
Dreary days.
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But lots of celebration to be had, as well, because apparently on Tuesday evening, this blog had its 100,000th visitor! How exciting! Thanks for sharing my world!
🙂
today haikus November 13, 2013
It’s just one day, but
one is all it takes to change
everything. Today.
.
Today is just one
day, but one is all it takes
to change everything.
.
One is all it takes
to change everything. Just one
but it’s today.
.
To change everything,
just one is all it takes–just one,
It’s one day: today.
.
♥
This is my 900th post on this blog! Yay!
Thanks for being here with me to celebrate the moment!
Shawn L. Bird 