Shawn L. Bird

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poem- NaNoWriMo doldrums November 6, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:21 pm
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NaNoWriMo

A month

to write

a novel

throughout the nations.

But on day 6

I already

require fibrillation.

So tired

So worn

and the end of day

My eyelids are drooping

and I think there’s no way

after pounding out emails

and working all day

I have any energy

for what writing entails.

But I’m half way through

a fun new novella

If I can just sit and type

avoid Facebook and Skype

write, write, write

then perhaps in spite

of procrastination

I’ll be able to sing

in celebration.

No need for special inspiration

just dedication to my narration.

 

 

poem- if November 5, 2013

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would greet her every day

with a heart heating hug

with a spine kindling kiss

with glowing eyes.

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would bid her sleeping form farewell

with grieving eyes

with cuddling kiss

with a heart felt hug

longing to remain.

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would harness his white horse

unsheath his sword,

charge down her demons,

She doesn’t see,

that he is her champion,

if he sees who she is

and stays to fight for her

when she’s not looking.

She doesn’t see,

that he loves her.

 

November 4, 2013

Filed under: Monday Meme,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm

Here is a photo meme for you!

“secret place”

This photo was taken at the top of Fish Creek Park (by Parkland subdivision) in Calgary,

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 Your assignment:

1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.

2. Post it on your blog.

3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).

4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.

I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with!  (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).

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MondayMeme2013-10-28

 

poem- frost rose

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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On the frost bitten air

Comes the sweet scent

of summer roses.

 

poem- the last time November 3, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 pm
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The last time

I was here,

you

were

here,

too.

.

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(In response to a WritersDigest.com prompt)

 

poem- joy in an email

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:43 pm
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Your words are joy

Not just the message in them

but the fact you composed them

for me.

I am grateful

that you are in my world,

that you take time to write

for me.

 

poem- on the edge November 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 pm
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On the knife edge of poetry

you perch,

your bloody feet poised to leap

into my soul.

 

 

poem- reminiscence

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:02 pm
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The rain on this sky light

makes me long for

pattering on the tin roof,

a warm wood stove,

old friends

from then.

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Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.

Oh look!  It was for sale again!  http://pglistings.ca/buy/17360_Woods_Road Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993.  I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that  (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom.  Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it).  I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs!  We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way.  I wonder where their living room furniture is?  >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place.  Sometimes I still dream of this house.

 

poem- grey

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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Seven days

since you promised,

the grey cloak

over the hills

offers no warmth

for my wishful heart.

 

poem- far away November 1, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:12 pm
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Far away

Past today

dreams surveyed

No pain

restrained

Today

Away