Cars on the highway
Race past the fields of lupins
dancing in their draft
Migraine June 20, 2010
a gleam in the distance
a vice on the temples
a tempest in the stomach
an echoing in the ears
an agony in the light
an explosion in my head
paralysis
© Shawn Bird 2010
Love is a comfortable coat June 16, 2010
I want to wrap you around me like a coat.
I want to pull up the hood and huddle closer
to keep out cold realities.
I want to button in the warm assurance
of your body tight against me.
I want to cuddle into the closeness
of your heart next to mine,
and the comfort and contentedness
of being wrapped in your love.
Destiny June 11, 2010
prowling around
circling the ground,
Growling.
Pondering
crushing me
crunching me
cracking me
devouring me.
Destiny
Not Scott June 4, 2010
Kids can travel in flocks
and they can live in a box
Neatly labeled: ‘a fish’ or ‘a rock’
.
But not Scott.
.
There’s no box that can fit him
There’s no talk that can pick him
Not a box, what the opposite?
A circle or composite?
Yes a circle, a bubble
adrift, finding trouble .
“You’re a circle,” I say,
Very clearly today.
.
“No, I’m not,”
says Scott
.
“I’m something new fangled
Not circle – triangle.
But more than that, if you please
I am isosceles.
No – I’m a plain, unilateral,
isosceles equalateral.”
.
Oh yes. Many kids may fit in a box
with their labels affixed like they’re locked.
.
But not Scott.
.
Scott’s the epitome
of paradox
.
(c) Shawn Bird 2010
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I’m really irritated that wordpress is not transferring my formatting, and is messing up my stanzas on this poem! I had to separate with periods to keep the breaks. If you want to reprint it, please ask me for the correctly formatted version.
I saw your face June 3, 2010
I heard a laugh today,
And on the rolling strains
I saw your face again.
In unexpected ways
It seems the memory’s stained,
and still some trace remains.
Your laughter long away
Came creeping past the pain;
I see your face again.
6/10
A day to play with 3s: three triplet stanzas in iambic trimeter. A laugh, a flash, and a poem appears.
Monday May 31, 2010
Today is moving like mutating molasses
…………………………a sneaking snail
………………..a moody mule
………a gliding glacier
Tick
……..Tick
……………..Tick
……………………..Tick
……………………………..Tick
……………………………………..Tick
Minutes migrating toward a millenium
Must be
…………….Monday
Whoo hoo! I won! May 30, 2010
How delightful to be a winner of the Shuswap Lake International Writers’ Festival Cheesy Suspense Quick Write Contest. 😀
These are a fun part of writing conferences. The committee prepares an opener, and participants can create a 80 word or less ending to the story in either prose or poetry.
OPENING: It is a wild and stormy night on Shuswap Lake. No one in their right mind should be out in this. Wait! What was that? A lightning flash caught a movement on the beach! Who, or what, could it be? Whatever it was seemed to be pulling something heavy towards the water. The next lightning flash showed only an empty beach. Maybe I should investigate…
MY ENTRY:
The heavy thing splashes
Like manuscript ashes
While that thing on the beach
Is extending its reach.
In the storm a crowd gathers
And houseboat slosh lathers
The shore, when another bright flash
Shows the victim making a dash
From the whole Shuswap Watershed commission
wielding a thick anti- Smart Centre petition.
Who’s the guy fleeing the party?
I would swear it was Marty…
Apologies to those who are not local and are missing the humour! 😉 Marty is our mayor and voted for a WalMart Smart Centre to be built in a sensitive Watershed area. It’s a bit of a hot issue in the Shuswap these days! This entry should have won me a gift basket of gouda cheeses apparently. Unfortunately, since you had ‘to be present to accept your prize’ and I was having dinner with a publisher when they announced the winners, I get the accolades but not the yummy prize. 2nd place Brenda Melnachuk got to take home the cheese. Well, I may get a better prize out of a wonderful evening. We’ll just have to wait and see.
journey May 26, 2010
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journey
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y our
jo y
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A little concrete poem on the theme of “Journey” submitted to Monday Poetry Potluck January 9, 2011.
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Shawn L. Bird 