Black night
sleep tight
creeping creature
thoughts feature
rampant racing
adrenaline pumping
thumping heart.
Black night
count sheep
crush the creeping thinking
shrink the thinking
block thinking
stop thinking
Black night
sleep tight
Yeah.
Right.
poem-insomnia March 30, 2024
Poem: Naah Na-na-na Na-na Na-na Bats, man! March 26, 2024
We could just call them nocturnal birds
The same bouncing souring as swallows:
Dips,
Dives,
Digesting insects to equal their body weight.
Sleep away the day, just hanging out
Waiting for their night flight,
hand-sized chihuahuas in hang-gliders
amazing mosquito munching moves
Utility belts unnecessary to such cute, useful beasts.
Moon dancers wending wings
rising through summer skies.
A Hope Poem March 21, 2024
This poem is wishful
. .wistful
Whistle fears into the dark
Spark hope
Scope out the dreams
that mean the most
Mark out those goals
Be wishful, even when wistful
and whistle whtever
brings joy into being
Sing hope
Be peace
Achieve what we need
Believe wholly
in hope.
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I was leafing through my draft poetry notebook and found this one written in the fall. It seems a very appropriate poem for the first day of spring!
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poem-new pen February 8, 2024
In my hand
. a tiny precision instrument
. words form on the page
I am part of history
. pen wielder
. word maker
. story spinner
Here in my hand the power
. to change the world
. through words.
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Just added a Kaweco Liliput fountain pen to my collection. Tiny precision writing instrument in weighty stainless steel. It feels powerful despite its small size. What magic might it perform with me?
poem-pondering January 20, 2024
When it is
Where it is
. possibility
Why it is
How it is
. Really- could it be?
What it is
Who it is
. I think maybe
. me.
poem-bringing gifts January 17, 2024
So many criteria
for a deceptively simple task.
Light weight
. useful
. fun
. full to over-flowing with love
Small tokens are all I can
pack in a bag
Only miniscule metaphors for my
immeasurable gratitude.
What gift is enough?
Oh, what can
I bring?
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This spring I’m off to do a couple of writing retreats and visiting friends and family from my times as a exchange student, yay those many years ago. Since I only travel with a carry-on, regardless of the length of the stay, I have limited room for all the gifts I want to bring. >>sigh<< I’m hoping my trip to the Fabric store will meet assorted needs. Wish me luck!
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poem-cold memories January 16, 2024
When Pluto was a planet
You cleared your neighbourhood
Scooped all the negativity
Flung it to far reaches
You spun in yoru orbit
So well rounded.
We wanted to come along
But your journey is long
and oh, so cold.
Where you are looking
impacts what you see.
I’m looking at you.
You’re not looking at me.
Now Pluto’s a dwarf planetoid
because it doesn’t bring friends
on its journey,
like staying along is what a
far out, cold planet wants.
Remember when Pluto was a planet
and there was a we.
poem-Quiet words January 15, 2024
There the wind blows
So softly sliding past
Trees,
tremulous,
speak,
susurrus over the snow
. Listen
. Listen
. Listen
Wind whispers wishes
. Be well
. Be well
. Be well.
poem-winter steps January 14, 2024
The hearty souls maintain
their exercise programs
as the temperatures plummet.
–no bad weather
. only bad clothes!
They’ll walk with spike studded boots
. or snowshoes
They slide along on skis
minus five
minus ten
minus fifteen
minus twenty
minus twenty-five
minus thirty
Such dedicated athletes!
I am not so dedicated to fresh air.
I’m dancing in the living room
waving my arms around
sweatin’ to the oldies
getting in my daily steps
while watching warmly from my window
at those hearty cold souls.
poem-winter dusk January 10, 2024
Snowplough scraping as it passes
Candles flickering in evening dim
Snowflakes falling outside our windows
A perfect evening to stay in.
Shawn L. Bird 