Shawn L. Bird

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getting it May 16, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:43 pm

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I was impressed with OneMinuteBooks’ review of Grace Awakening for a couple of specific reasons. Of course, I like that she’s enthusiastic in her praise, but specifically, I love that she GETS it.

She understands that since Grace is the narrator, the reader has only as much information as Grace does. (Well, they get a little more, as they get to peek in on those 3rd person mythic realm dialogues that Grace doesn’t know about). Yes. This is confusing. Yes. This was intentional.  Yes.  This means you are Grace, in all her confusion.

I like that the reviewer gets the mythical allusions, and understands the purpose behind not telling the reader straight out. Yes. You’re supposed to be smart enough to be able to look this up yourself (with the help of the glossary at the back).  Yes. I expect that you are smart enough to figure out that there…

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paper love May 15, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:28 pm
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I covet little papers
Adorned with your precise handwriting
Conveying adoration
Enumerating my suitability.

I covet little papers
You laugh at the saccharin sentimentality
Contrived emotionality
of your romantic immaturity

I covet little papers
Embarrassing legacy of first feeling
Precious pieces of paper
declaring what is now history

I covet little papers
memories of what was dreamt of then
A future that came true
Recorded for posterity

I covet little papers
of what you declared so long ago
promises then are the actions
of our long domesticity.

 

musicful May 14, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:50 pm

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I raise to wakefulness

on the strains of your piano

that pull me to consciousness.

The stumbled notes

of the imperfect rendering

reminds that only God is perfect,

and yet

as the imperfect notes carry me along

I can’t help thinking

that the iimperfection

makes you the most perfect

musician for me.

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Happy Mothers May 12, 2013

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

Ungrateful children

for whom sacrifice and affection

flowed over like water

but left no impression.

Ungrateful children

to whom motherhood is

an inconvenient barrier

to strange freedoms.

Ungrateful children

in whom hopes were planted

that have withered:

stony ground.

Ungrateful children

who do not call

their mothers on

Mothers’ Day.

Ungrateful children.

 

 

write the magic May 10, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:51 pm

Think with your pen, not your brain.

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Little things kind of reveal themselves to me in the (process of) writing. A lot of people think that magic happens when you write, and it does, but they think, “Well you must be struck by inspiration, this magic bolt hits you and then you just sit down and … it must just pour out of you.”  Well no.  First you work and then the magic happens, if you’re lucky.  (Diana Gabaldon podcast Episode 3: The “Kernel Process”)

You have to write to find the words.  I tell my high school students to “think with your pen, not your brain.”  It’s an odd concept at first, but once the pen is moving (or the keyboard is clicking), the words tend to find their way onto the page (or screen).  If you wait for the thunderclap of inspiration, you’ll never get the words.  If you sit, ready to work, they flow…

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Poem for T A May 9, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:32 am
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Who you are

is who you are

and you are perfect

as you are.

.

The reality of

who you are

is your reality,

and you are perfect

as you are.

.

The complications of

who you are

are a reality.

So?

You are

complicated,

that’s perfect, too.

.

When you embrace

all you are,

each complicated

component of your reality,

others will embrace it, too,

because you are perfectly

complicated,

and complicated

is really cool.

.

Who you are

is who you are

and you are perfect

as you are.

 

Dam fine day May 8, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:49 am
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Today I watched beavers

busily engaged in beaver chores:

swimming the branches to the lodge

packing mud in the dam

waddling from one pond to another.

A rodent family at work,

improving their neighbourhood

thinning the trees that keep out the sun

and improving water habitat.

It was worth

the blisters and the swollen feet

now soaking in Epsom salts.

.

.

News article about this beaver family:

http://www.saobserver.net/news/138054823.html

A youtube video about habitat restoration by beavers:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuXxSixLlLc

 

poetry is May 7, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:42 pm

Here’s a re-blog of a post from last year.

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poetry is art in words:

the visual spoken,

essence distilled,

passion

revealed.

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Poem: you

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:24 am
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You stand against the

wall, arms crossed, sardonic smile

immune to laughter.

.

You’ve seen darkness that

they can only imagine,

and you are hardened

.

from the admiration

of flirting gazes because

your heart is cold,

.

Frozen by bad maternity

and noncommittal

paternity.

.

Their bad judgements burn

within your heart until

destroying misery

.

means destroying

everything you should love,

innocent or guilty,

.

and then it means

flash firing your future,

scarring your life upon ours,

.

like a victim of

Hiroshima’s bombs whose life

vanishes in an

.

instant, leaving only

a silhouette, burnt white

on blackened walls.

.

.

I’m still processing the recent murder/suicide of a former student.   The idea of an image being frozen in memory by tragedy called to mind the silhouettes created in Hiroshima when people’s shadoes were left, though their bodies were vaporized.  While at first glance a free verse, the poem has some form: each triplet stanza follows the haiku syllable count (17 syllables per stanza) to reiterate this idea.

 

Poem- Cold night stars May 6, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:17 am
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‘Neath Cold night stars

that come undone

they glow afar

new life begun.

Breathe, you’re alive!

Ignore the scars

Rain washes sighs

making time ours

new life begun

‘neath cold night stars.