Shawn L. Bird

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poem- later July 10, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:22 pm
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I expected

in my youth

a natural ending.

You railed against presumption.

Never!

Always!

Hyperbole spun us out,

Now our orbits can’t intersect.

I was okay with that,

until I wasn’t.

We’re not supposed to break promises,

even irrelevant ones.

Curse nostalgia.

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poem- weathering May 31, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:58 pm
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Blue sky

Slight breeze

Rocking of the lounge

Toss the dog’s ball

Feel summer approach.

Thunder in the south

Booming concussion shakes the land

Storm brewing

Run or

Hold fast?

 

poem- profile then & now January 12, 2019

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:12 pm
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(for Nikki)

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I see joy.

See how you have expanded

until you’re exploding with all

that you’d held tightly

contained, buttoned up?

I see confidence.

See how what was timid

and tentative

now twinkles with the knowing

that you are amazing?

I am so proud

of who you’ve made,

you.

 

poem-then November 20, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:25 am
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When was the moment

that ‘we’ broke apart?

Or did it just wear away?

All those things in common,

yet nothing holds together.

I rocked you in my arms

dreamed of all you’d be.

Never did I imagine you’d be

without me.

Why did you turn away?

We gave you space to grow

and now we don’t know

if loneliness is the price we pay,

when children make their way,

break their way,

wear away.

 

 

poem- vaguely November 15, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 pm
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It couldn’t quite be

as obvious as that?

Roped mysteries

hauled to lucidity,

tugged into reality.

Something is vaguely changed.

Weary watching,

sidelong looks,

what happens next?

 

poem-nefarious November 13, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:54 pm
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For eighteen years,

each evening when I glance out my kitchen window,

I see my elderly neighbour

at work through his window.

Suddenly, this week,

his drapes are drawn.

What nefariousness is this?

What hidden adventures is this World War 2 spy

up to now, that require such secrecy?

The neighbourhood has become far

more interesting with this mystery.

 

poem-aftermath November 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:48 pm
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The day after

the wishes flow,

the possibilities drain away.

Futility crushes the mutibility of dreams,

but tomorrow is another day.

 

 

 
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