Shawn L. Bird

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poem- performance art July 22, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:24 pm
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I know,

that sometimes my performance faltered.

I reached down or up for notes that would not be seized.

I fumbled  at times with pitch, tune, entrances, but

every time

I believed.

I believed I was selling crumbs to birds

who were going to die horrible deaths

without them.

I believed that every person

within the sound of my voice should buy

just a small bag for the ‘ungry young ones.

My voice trembled with my belief, as I gazed out at the faces,

beseeching each and every one to part with a tuppence.

.

You believed.

Stranger, how you clung to my arm,

when me met on the sidewalk, months later,

eager to tell me how you’d heard my voice

in your head weeks afterwards.  How beautiful it was.

How it made you wept.

I, who knew every vocal fault,

struggled to believe

that my believing,

had been enough to reach past my inadequacy.

Thank you

for reminding me,

it’s the only thing that connects

in the end.

.

birdwoman

Image (c) Evan Buhler used with permission. “Feed the Birds”. Mary Poppins Shuswap Theatre 2016.

Me, being The Bird Woman November-December 2016.  

I met a fan of the show yesterday and struggled once again to come to terms with the fact that our art has its own life and power.  It can transcend us to speak poignant messages to receptive ears.

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poem-following March 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:26 pm
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Release your words

Let them go

Have faith that they will flutter like leaves

around

above

upon.

Some will watch and smile as the leaf words go by.

Some will study, approve, disprove, analyze, consider.

Some will see the words upon their landscape, sweep them up

send them away.

One might press your words to savour for another day.

Leaves offer scent, food, shade, beauty, and garden humous.

Every purpose is good.

Release your word leaves

to the purposes they find,

whether they’re what you intended,

or not.

Let them go.

Have faith.

 

 

 
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