That sunny day
beguiled.
Promises of warmth.
Such trust to place
in rays,
those sparkling
reflections on the snow.
Liars.
Every
one.
poem-relief November 17, 2017
“No” is not always
a negative thing.
.
Sometimes it is
a sweet relief.
.
Sometimes “yes”
brings too much to do,
too much responsibility
too much accountability.
.
Sometimes “no”
breathes a melancholy sigh.
Thankfulness.
This is not the time.
poem- eager November 16, 2017
I’m checking today
Again.
I checked yesterday
And the day before
And the day before that.
Each time,
I catch my breath,
before I click the key.
Open.
Enter.
Hopeful.
So far,
No news.
But
I’ll keep checking,
Until I
Know.
.
Oh!
poem- lips November 12, 2017
laughing eyes
begin to smoulder,
leaning in
gentle touch,
lips spark
in the darkness
electricity
between us
poem-lucky November 9, 2017
How lucky I am
in you.
How blessed I am
to know you.
How grateful I am
for you.
poem-steps November 6, 2017
Three steps ahead
he strides forward,
in a rush,
as usual,
to get nowhere,
quickly.
He trails her behind him,
a fuming
sputter
of irritation,
gathering pressure,
ready to explode.
poem-familiar face October 30, 2017
You look familiar,
I said.
Where do I know you from?
We listed things we do,
things we did,
places we go,
people we know.
Nothing in common.
It was weeks later,
I saw you through the crowd,
and realized I’d seen you in my mirror
forty years ago.
poem-see October 25, 2017
I see
how every word crashes into you,
threatens to capsize you,
flaps at your mainsail,
sends your boom flying across a bow,
leaving your cowering on the deck,
begging for the storm to pass.
Aim for port, where words
are bulwarked by the breakwater,
and tides are tempered.
We’ll tie up in safety;
see?
poem- There is a ghost… October 19, 2017
…in my easy button.
.
Confident red circle
sits
in its isolation
on the desk
proclaims,
“That was easy!”
.
We hear the outbursts
amused from a distance,
that it appreciates
ataraxia.
.
Our brains may ache
with the effort
of learning,
.
but that red button
assures us
It wasn’t difficult
at all.
poem- pic October 11, 2017
Pick a picture
search the eyes
the dead glass
living eyes
No vacancy
blink
No vacancy
blink
No vacancy
in broken down windows
picked clean
pick up
this dream.
Shawn L. Bird 