Shawn L. Bird

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poem-ribbon December 3, 2020

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Tonight’s sunset

is a thin strip of pink ribbon

in a vast blue sky


One wispy cloud

reflects the fading sun:

a sliver of bright beauty

to stab devouring darkness.


poem- beautiful September 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:15 pm
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Astonished eyes

Gushing mouths

They say, “You’re so beautiful.”

Compliments deserve courtesy

“Thank you.”

Warm smile.

Their words are bees,

around a flower.

Droning pleasantries.

You are the only one

who needs to say the line,

and you

do not.

What is beauty?

What fear lies beneath refusal

to see it?

What interpretation of honesty

forces you to decline

to observe it?


poem-drooping May 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:56 am
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The flowers in the vase

sit in green water,

heads drooping,

stems rubber,

celebration of beauty

worn by time, fading into

compost for future



poem- bloom May 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:24 pm
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There is a certain futility

in buds blooming in a vase,

but undeniable beauty

bursting open without hope

of bearing fruit.


poem-sun dreams August 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 pm
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Out the smallest window

verdant velvet valleys glisten green,

fold under blue grey hills

beneath a sky without a touch of cloud.

Today dew settles on leaves and reflects

the illumination of heaven.


poem- beautiful October 27, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 am
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I love you

I want to be with you

he said

but I can’t ever call you beautiful

I’ll say lovely

and that’s better

She nodded uncertainly

wondering what that meant

Years later

she reminded him of his words.

I was an ass,

he said.

But he still could not

bring himself

to say the word.


poem- power hair October 13, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:05 pm
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She was  dazzling

in the cosmetic department

getting lessons in drawing eye brows.

Her silver hair was cut

power short.


It emphasized her features:

glorious twinkling eyes

perfect nose

determined mouth.

Who needs make up

to add to that beauty?

Her hair set her above,

showed her panache,

made me smile,

and look twice.

Then she thanked the clerk

for the lesson,

set on a chemo cap

and her vitality




creating beauty August 5, 2012

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:06 pm
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“You are beautiful,” he whispered to me
“If you say so.”
“Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?”
“That’s not what I mean. I mean— if you say it, then it’s true.”

Diana Gabaldon.  The Fiery Cross

I have pondered over this concept a lot.  When Grace first sees Ben in Grace Awakening Dreams, she thinks he’s completely average and uninteresting.  By the end of Grace Awakening Power, she describes him as handsome, golden, and glorious.

What has changed?  Has he literally become better looking, or has her perception of him just altered, so that she finds him more attractive?  Does being in love, and having someone love you make you more attractive?

I think the answer to all three questions is yes.

It reminds me of a parable I heard when I was a teen about the 100 cow wife.  Hunting on the internet, I see that it’s actually about an 8 cow wife.   (lol  Memory inflation!)  The gist of the story is that you get what you pay for.  If you want a beauty, you have to treat her like a beauty.

Physical beauty, internal beauty, or whatever, your declaration to the beloved is what makes it true.  Conversely, if you denigrate your spouse, call him or her names, and put him or her down, you create what you declare.  You create what you desire and what you declare.


Beautiful People May 6, 2010

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:41 pm

I’ve been thinking about beauty lately.

A couple of years ago, I decided that I wasn’t going to bring anything into my house that wasn’t aesthetically beautiful. Following that “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” model, I determined that if an object can be beautiful, why choose the ugly one over a beautiful one for the sake of a few dollars? So far this has worked out very well with objects, but an obsession with beauty poses some complications when dealing with real people.

We have such a love/hate turmoil over the concept of beauty. Most of us equate beauty with attractiveness. Attractiveness seems to be a ephemeral thing, yet studies say it can be measured on an attractiveness scale that relies on symmetry .  Other studies suggest the key to beauty is being absolutely average (a fascinating phenomenon called koinophilia that I will explore in another blog entry). I’m not sure that attractiveness is truly synonymous with beauty.

Attractiveness suggests a drawing in of others. To attract is to pull others to you, and our society has made it easy to become attractive. Miracles are promised by this cream or that potion. Surgeons are ready and more than willing to prey on the desire of people to lose their uniqueness, to be so average that they become pretty. Bigger breasts, flatter tummies, straighter noses, and firmer chins are all for sale. Everyone looks like everyone else and theoretically people are being drawn to each other like bees to flowers.

The wonder of beauty is that it has an air of the unattainable. It is distant. Physical beauty is to be worshipped and admired, not to be possessed. It’s not about drawing in; it’s about standing apart. In people attractiveness exists briefly and then fades as sexual virility is lost to age. It is temporal. But there is a beauty in form and movement which reveals a special grace beyond time. In an elegant elder, grace shows in a spirit of beauty that is completely indefinable. There is nothing symmetrical about it. It is far from average. It is a beauty that grabs you and leaves your heart glowing in your chest. That’s real beauty. It is unique, creative, and eternal.

True beauty is grace.

© Shawn Bird 2010


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