Shawn L. Bird

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poem-last day June 24, 2021

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:53 am
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Just wisps of clouds dot the periwinkle sky

Faint breeze dancing among the leaves

Grads gathering, twelve at a time.

Four guests only. Strictly enforced by the

Ministry of Health. Bring five. Grad ends.

The tents in case of rain

Lake and hills in view.

Pandemic grads to walk across the grass

This graduation has so many things new

but something old:

Hand-shake in gown and cap.

Farewell, all our best wishes go with you.

 

poem-becoming January 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:18 am
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creating ourselves means choosing

if I want to be a person whose home is full of original art

I must begin by buying supporting artists

if I want to be a person who is confident enough to wear red lipstick

I must put the lipstick on my lips.

If I want to be a person who dances in the rain

I must head outside during the storm.

Whatever I desire

I must dare.

 

poem- gang aft a-gley December 17, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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Those best laid plans

family coming from afar

creating traditions, warm hearts,

remembering those lost this year.

Everything is ready here, gifts piled up

waiting for wrapping.

Public health says stay home.

We must be lonely holiday islands.

There’s no time for parcels to arrive by the

assigned festive day

amid the mail delivery crisis.

No one to gather around our table.

So everything will be different.

We must make something new, a Zoom festivity?

Re-thinking that nativity when a stable had to do,

just like for the Holy Family, things don’t always go

according to

our best laid plans.

 

poem-they’re thinning the trees November 12, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:56 am
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Pines and spruce tower

ninety feet into the air

a wall of green

a squirrel playground.

Broken by the last windstorm

Branches the size of adult legs snapped,

tangled,

blocking the road,

risking the roof.

With each roar of the chainsaw

years are cut away.

Now, we see the lights of town

glistening below.

Greenery sacrificed for urban beauty.

Our new view

comes with grief for the scent of spruce

in the waving wind.

 

poem- leaving the keys for the new owners October 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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The house echoes.

Drapes she made hang on the windows,

the last pieces of her here,

except

the lingering scent of bread baked

months ago, as

her last messages of appreciation,

her last independent acts.

 

poem- first flight September 25, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:07 pm
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A leaf grips tight

to where it sprung,

all through the summer storms.

But when autumn comes,

a leaf’s released,

to discover sky and more.

 

poem-Emptying my mother’s house September 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:54 pm
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I tell myself,

In the process of creation,

her art fulfilled its purpose.

If the family has chosen what to keep

Freeing the rest to the universe

is just extending its mandate

not a betrayal to her

memory.

 

Poem-growing August 28, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:38 pm
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One small change today
One gift of time
One contribution to a cause
One life-lesson contemplated
One old idea reconsidered
One step toward wisdom
won each day.

 

poem-the dark side of the moon August 24, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:56 pm
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too much new

tensions wrapping around psyches

tugging

we’re choking on the changes

fruitlessly fearful

waiting for someone to hear us

Relief.

A sensible plan

Workable ideas

Deep breath.

This might just work

 

poem- slow June 5, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:22 pm
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How is this day only half over?

Only six hours since I told the doctor

palliation would be her choice,

a life-time is dragging by.

Each minute means more

than those before it.

An infinite embrace

unfolding, a somnolent

soul journeying

forward.

 

 
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