Shawn L. Bird

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poem-bringing gifts January 17, 2024

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:26 am
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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

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:17 pm
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When Pluto was a planet
You cleared your neighbourhood
Scooped all the negativity
Flung it to far reaches
You spun in your 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

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:57 pm
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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

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:14 am
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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

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:10 pm
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Snowplough scraping as it passes

Candles flickering in evening dim

Snowflakes falling outside our windows

A perfect evening to stay in.

 

poem- summer spectre November 15, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:24 pm
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The mountains are a
ghostly presence,
faint phantoms
looming above the lake,
wisps over white paint palette
there
not there
Winter hovers
over misty memories
of summer storms.

 

poem-seasonal shift October 2, 2022

Filed under: poem — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 pm
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Yesterday
Leaping into leaves.
Today: snow
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This is a Kelly lune, a triplet poem with syllable count 3,5,3.

 

poem-split September 18, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:40 pm
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Broken heart,
How has this child crushed hope,
Torn relationship apart?

You’re a ghost.
They don’t give a damn these days;
Occasional text at most.

Maybe time
will heal whatever lies here,
Give grace, pass this pantomime.

This is a treochair poem. The triplet stanzas have an ABA rhyme scheme, a 3, 7, 7 syllable count, and alliteration.

 

poem-less anxious September 16, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:40 pm
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Dark dusky sky

Gulls cry

Gliding by, wings wiping at air

Diving down to thieve

Thoughts of tomorrow

Wasting no worries

On what might not be.

 

poem-peaceful August 31, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:49 am
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Curled up comma, figure in curly fur,
beside me, softly snoring,
my happy puppy dreams.

This is a KIMO poem. The kimo has a single image, no rhyme, 3 lines, with 10-7-6 syllable count.