Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- My watering can has a leak April 30, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 pm
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I race through the living room

hand cupping drips

rushing toward the sink,

but my right foot finds a puddle

and flings itself forward

I contort in a frenzied downward dance

still clutching that can,

twist an ankle,

stretch a thigh,

descend in slow motion

as husband stands agog,

an astonished witness.

Look!  I skinned my knee! 

We wonder together how that

particular injury came to be.

I limp to the sink, feeling four once more,

glad not to be picking gravel from the wound,

Look for leak-free watering options,

and try the task again.

Battered and bemused,

life goes on.


poem-winding January 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:44 am
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The vehicles wind along the highway

a immobile caterpillar

stalled by a moment

when the physics of motion, energy, and force

spun unfortunates into each other’s path

with a crash

that froze the goings

and made everyone in the long line

contemplate mortality.




The stretch of the TransCanada Highway between Sicamous and Salmon Arm is a frequent site of accidents.  I usually count on having to detour from work 3 times each winter.  Today was the third, and there are 2 months of winter left.  Our thoughts are with those who were involved in the accident, and medi-vacced out.


poem-moment June 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:46 pm
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In a moment

everything she thought she’d be

was sliced away.

In a moment

simple expectations yielded

to new arrays.

In a moment

opportunity seized her hand

to her dismay.

In a moment

foolish disappointments

were child’s play.

In a moment

her entire future was pulled

onto a new pathway.



poem- in a minute June 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:41 pm
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In a minute

we can rage

strife chagrin

strife mend

In a minute

all can change

life begin

life end.

In a minute

In a second





RIP Mickey. Can’t believe it.

(We lost one of our former grads today.  😥 )


poem-hard January 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:12 am
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He relies on the strength

of her heart strings.

She winds them around him

to hold him together

when he might rattle apart

in the shaking, quaking  times.

When she is weak and broken,

when she can not stretch her arms,

wide enough

to wrap heart strings around him,

he trembles and crumbles


When she is weak and broken,

he does not consider

that he could pretend

to be strong.

He could hold her heart strings,

and spin into her.


poem-royal treatment January 8, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:56 am
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Dogs snore

beside me as I lie

white plastered foot

elevated on pillows like a crown.

Royal pain.


poem- what June 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:10 pm
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When his gaze

met hers

across the room,


he meant to say

with his wink

was, ‘You entrance me’

‘I want to know you.’

‘I will fill your life with joy.’

But when she looked


tears poured down his cheeks,

while he blinked feverishly,

so she looked away,

toward another sultry smile.

When his gaze

met hers

across the room,

he had much to convey

with his winking eye

but all his dreams

were destroyed

by a  lens-bound fly.




poem- duck! May 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 am
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The men blaze the trail

boldly go forward

willing to risk

to achieve the destination.

And so today

mallard male zips across the highway

boldly flapping, barely

missing the VW missile

travelling 100 km/hr.

Not so fortunate his lady friend

flapping five feet behind.


sometimes it is unwise

to blindly follow your mate.


pain and joy August 17, 2011

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:41 am
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I was watching Oprah the other day, and was so sad to hear of the tragic  experience of Chris and Lori Coble who lost their three young children in a horrific car accident.  Lori, her mom Cindy, and the kids, who were all buckled properly in their car seats, were stopped in a traffic jam around a blind corner.  A semi came around the corner a full-speed, and rammed into the mini-van killing all the children.

Can you imagine the anguish?

Three months of full-on, falling into pieces grief, the Cobles decided to do invitro fertilization to have more children.  I’ve read some commentary around the internet that some people think that was inappropriate.  One person said you wait longer to replace a dog.  All I could think when I read that, was that this person obviously didn’t love his dog enough.  We have always been out within the week, desperately attempting to fill the aching hole in our hearts and house.  If it was like that for our dog, I  can easily imagine how Cobles would be compelled to have more children, as soon as possible.

Having new children was never going take away the pain of losing the first three. It wasn’t going to replace Katie, Kyle, and Emma. , but it would give them something to live for.  Having children to care for was going to bring light, love, and laughter into their home: things that were desperately needed to lift the fog of horror and loss.

So almost a year after the accident that stole Katie, Kyle, and Emma, Lori delivered triplets.  Two girls and a boy: Ashley, Ellie, and Jake. Three sweet, busy children to echo the loss and encourage them to go on.  It’s enough to raise the goose-bumps, isn’t it?

Here is a video of Lori and Chris giving advice on how to comfort your friends who have lost a child.

Here is a video tribute to Kyle, Katie and Emma.

Here is a summary article about the Oprah interview.


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