Shawn L. Bird

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poem- yellow May 15, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
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The green gold glistens

in the spring light

waving languidly in the breeze

as if to greet friends

seen from a great distance.

 

poem-Mother’s Day humility May 14, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:44 pm
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Looking forward to seeing you this weekend!

the mother wrote.

The greeting card holidays remind children

of filial duties.

Without them, would they ever call?

Text message comes mid-day:

Happy Mother’s Day.

An opening!

Mother replies,

When will we see you?

No response.

Cat’s in the Cradle.

.

Sacrifice.  Care.   Tuition bills.  Sick beds.   Pain.

And here,

A lesson in humility.

It’s strange how

Happy Mother’s Day

can feel a lot like

F-you.

A greeting card sentiment,

leaves a slashing wound,

sliced by a weapon wielded in a war

she didn’t know had been declared.

There had been no need to

clean the vase,

dress up for the surprise

brunch,

lunch,

dinner,

visit?

or even stay home to hang around the phone

so as not to disappoint

the kids

who call to wish

Happy Mothers’ Day.

.

.

.

(I’ve got a short story in my brain, but we’ll start with this.)

 

poem- stretching April 26, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:37 am
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Some days

I feel like a little kid standing against a ruler:

“You must be this tall to ride.”

Stretching beyond all comfort,

but still coming up

short.

 

poem- free November 21, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
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Blocked by memory

Limited by opportunity

Afraid of mobility

Paralyzed by stupidity?

Freedom to choose badly

Freedom to bully

Freedom is a power to manipulate evilly

Two and two is four

prove freedom is slavery.

 

 

poem- real October 17, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:07 pm
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I am a Velveteen Rabbit

watching from the edges

loved tightly,

letting go,

becoming real.

 

 

poem- quivers October 6, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:54 pm
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Your anxiety

ripples the air

pushes and pulls me,

threatens my calm.

I’d breathe you my peace

but you inhale all I have

then you rustle and quiver,

vibrating me

into your distress.

The airlines say,

put on your own oxygen mask first.

I need my air.

 

 

 

poem-ostrich day March 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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I am overwhelmed

by my responsibilities

and the weight of my grief

that creeps up unexpectedly

to undermine my clarity

to bury me with memories

and underscore my sense of loss.

I’ll hide myself from Helios: find

some sand to stick my head beneath.

 

 

poem-running November 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:39 pm
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“I’m just running away,” you say.

Just.

Running.

Sometimes

Escape is a good idea.

If a tyrannosaurus is after you

or a smaller villain of equal viciousness, for example.

(You know what they say about sticks and stones).

Run today,

But keep your eyes open for future alternatives.

There’s a lot of meat in a tyrannosaurus;

harvesting offers its challenges,

but I have faith in you.

 

 

poem-white November 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:46 pm
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Streaks of white flash past my windshield

like I’m entering hyper-space,

hoping not to be hit by space debris

(or other cars)

’cause that’d end my trip real quick, wouldn’t it?

No one really likes  driving the highway home

through a snowstorm.

Where’s Han Solo when you need him?

 

poem- Jabba January 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 am
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Belly and breasts cascade

over  ample hips.

The glass reflects

Jabba the Hutt lying in state

in my living room.

That is unexpected.

 

 

 
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