Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- balance October 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:37 pm
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Life is balanced

on a pinpoint.

Home, food, health, connections, work, meaning

sway precariously.

If one is pulled,

all is impacted:

Rocks and

Tips.

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I’m thinking today of an extended family member who was in a serious car accident recently.  One moment, all is well, the next some guy isn’t watching the road, jumps a meridian, and you’re in emergency.  If you’re sole support, and you’re off work for a year of recovery, how does that impact everyone around you?

 

poem-changes October 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:22 am
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The rain has stopped

Thunder in October?

The world has changed.

The wind blows off the dead,

flings pieces of forest in a mad dance

to burial & rebirth.

 

poem- sliced 2 October 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:48 am
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I was numb,

but I felt the gentle line you drew

across my skin, blade slicing deep.

You stretched me open,

revealed my patched bones,

unscrewed the metal holding me together.

Oh, you sewed me back together,

taped over the black sutures,

and here I lie, propped up against realities,

hoping for the best.

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It sounds so lovely and metaphorical, but it’s literal.  🙂 Successful surgery this week to remove the plates and screws that repaired my broken fibula last January.  The screws were working out on their own and causing a fair bit of pain.  Looking forward to returning to regular, pain-free mobility very soon!

 

poem- alienation September 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:00 pm
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She speaks of the alienation of senses.

vision fades

hearing lies

touch hurts

taste dulls

smell empties

What remains is the acute sense of memory

and occasionally a sense of humour

at the irony

of it all.

 

poem- new trouble September 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:29 pm
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Embrace the new!

They declared.

Projectors, Smartboards, wifi,

Go paperless!

Let’s be a digital learning environment!

And so we did, but where has that left us

when the tech department is falling apart?

The student records can’t be accessed.

The projectors are no longer connected.

The Smartboards don’t work.

The printers won’t print.

The wifi is off-line.

At least there are new whiteboard pens to start the year.

They’re the only new technology that’s working!

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Big plans to revamp the entire system are not going so well.  The front lines are more than a little annoyed, but it could be worse!  We could be the tech dept trying to fix all those problems at every work site!  Poor techies.  They (like is normal for teachers) weren’t given the resources to do their jobs properly and everyone is feeling it.

 

 

 

poem-free September 8, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:50 pm
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Free

might not be all it’s cracked up to be.

If where you are, you’re unhappy

what improvements do you foresee?

What will you change inside you?

Because here’s something true

unless something within is new

Your baggage’s just dragging after you!

You’re just bringing the same self you knew

 

Poem- Power I August 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:40 pm
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The power crept quietly

on a satisfied sigh

on a grin of delight

on a curl of contentment

on a determined advance

on an astonished completion

on undeniable accomplishment,

success of a dream.

 

 

poem-ending? August 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:43 am
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This ending

is just another circle.

Your smile is a segment of arc

in my eternity.

 

poem-lecture August 7, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 pm
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It wouldn’t do for you

to behave that way;

we have expectations

requiring regurgitation of

regulations.  Speak as told

don’t be bold, just hold this reeking

treatise of broken society for me

and do what you are told to do.

 

poem-old dog July 30, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:54 am
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It can’t be comfortable

in that convoluted position

but since you assume it more and more often

I can only presume that normalcy

is more painful than contortion.