Shawn L. Bird

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poem-2nd day April 27, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:19 pm
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An unexpected opportunity

A lovely surprise.

Or not.

Thwarted by absence.

Then presence.

Nothing’s ever quite what’s imagined.

Intention yields to alteration

or obliteration.

Wishes wasted by

reality.

Nevertheless, we continue

to try.

 

poem- December 24, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:20 am
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Some of us

have more to contain

to be little rays of sunshine,

day to day,

but that doesn’t mean

it doesn’t do us more good

to be sunshine

than for us to complain

about our rain.

 

poem- valley May 31, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:33 pm
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Valley green like velvet in the morning light

waves rippling, sun twinkling;

sun stars captured on water,

dazzling.

Everywhere are lush reminders

of blessing

rising with the water,

over-flowing with the creeks,

sliding with the mud.

Blessings and curses.

It could be worse.

It could be worse

than being trapped in paradise.

 

poem-present June 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:45 am
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This day is wrapped in grey,

tied with a bow.

I know that whatever I say

you must decide whether

to find gloom in the grey,

or bloom in the glow of the bow.

 

 

poem- perspectives December 5, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:47 am
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“Isn’t it interesting,” the old lady mused,

“How people can have such different pictures of someone.”

Not really.

Especially when one always looks through a petty and critical lens,

and the other is open to receive love and kindness.

You see what you look for,

after all.

 

poem-dust September 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:55 am
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Motes make magic

in gleaming beams.

 

poem- adversity September 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:24 pm
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Four lanes of traffic gush past

the single stunted sunflower

stretching through a cleft in the pavement,

blooming in adversity.

 

 
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