Shawn L. Bird

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poem-you did it May 15, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:22 pm
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for Tai

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You’ve always been a mountain climber.

Sometimes climbing means tumbling to the valleys.

Sometimes it means diving into sparkling mountain lakes

and becoming entangled with weeds

that pull you down.

Who knew you could drown while climbing?

You’ve always been a mountain climber.

Sometimes every part of you aches for a break,

longs for the plateau.

Rest.

But you keep climbing,

because sometimes, when you stand on the summit,

see the world laid out before you

a carpet of overcoming,

you see all the opportunity;

you see you can fly.

 

poem-light June 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:53 am
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It is dark here.

We have dug a den,

a hole to hide in.

Safe, secure, one entrance to guard

with snarling, snapping lunges.

Beyond the border we guard,

light illuminates.

We squint at silhouettes,

afraid of what lies behind.

The dark we know,

but light lures.

 

poem- possible May 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:22 pm
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There are possibilities in front of you

Opportunities unbounded

By anything

but your determination.

Nothing will happen if you attempt nothing

But something can happen if you do some

Thing–

Any

Thing–

To embrace what might be

Possible.

 

poem- next! November 15, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:05 pm
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The spring of a new adventure

has been wound up.

It twitches, waiting,

ready to explode into excited possibility.

 

poem-bangles August 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:44 pm
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Three brass bangles

Two copper bangles

Artisan wrought

a mature gift to a teenaged babysitter

who couldn’t quite pull them off,

but they stayed in the jewelry box a fond memory

of adorable little boys, a polished professional couple, and a spotless, earthy home.

Enter small daughter to whom the jewelry box

was full of magic, and bangles were magic rings set for a journey.

Journey they did!

What mystical adventure were the copper bangles on for a decade or two?

Four houses later they re-appear in my jewelry box.

If only they could talk.

 

poem- valley June 8, 2015

We’re nestled here between the hills

protected from the harsh winds

warm and basking by the lake.

But you are bored,

you’re ready to escape,

to see what lies beyond the valley

and so we wave farewell

knowing after adventure,

home calls the blood.

 

poem-rolling February 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:06 pm
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I rolled into the room

delighted with engagement,

conversation,

company.

I rolled out of the room

on a high.

I rolled into the house

fell into my bed

and took fifteen hours

to recover from

intellectual curiosity.

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Had my first big outing since I’ve been laid up with my broken ankle.  I was out 6 hours for medical appointment, grad school workshop, and transportation.  It was wonderful to talk to folks more erudite than my dogs, but apparently it was exhausting!  The ankle wasn’t thrilled, either.  I won’t be doing it again for a few weeks!

 

 

poem-leaving August 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:44 pm
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The trucks are packed

tight with boxes and furniture.

You’re off to The Big City for university,

to earn the final credentials to begin your career.

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Sorry to hear about the flat tire on the Coquihalla Highway, kid.

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The Coquihalla Highway connects the interior of BC with the Lower Mainland and Greater Vancouver.  It is a high mountain pass.

 

 

poem- junction June 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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There is an explosion of me

that while not cause for misery

does lend itself to some worry

(as health dictates less mass, you see).

 

While pondering this desperate state

in search of cover, you apparate

into my view and tell me straight

the simple way you’d lost your weight.

 

The fact that you think that I was there

to inspire you is laughable, I swear.

You wish to write and I’m aware

that you will do so, we’re a pair

 

The universe conspires to bring

Strangers together to the thing

that makes the possibilities ring

Opens universal everything.

 

 

 

 

poem- and today May 4, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 pm
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Today

is one day closer to

The Day

when he goes away.

Flashbacks this morning

to junior high,

“Get up!  Your dad is ready!”

“But Mommmmmm!”

You’re too old for this, my boy.

The day is coming,

when you move south

to live your next adventure.

Get up and face today

because you’re here so briefly

and today is unfolding

 

 

 
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