Shawn L. Bird

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poem- blind January 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 am
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To a tiny toddling boy

you exclaimed his father’s stupidity

and explained to the

confused face that he was

mommy’s best friend.

No pressure

for his future wife,

that.

 

 

poem- mother December 28, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:22 am
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He said

his mother was dead,

because the gulf

between them

was wide with guilt

and jumping it

was beyond

their capability.

She said

her son was lost

because his choices

marooned him

on an island of his own making

and would not let

anyone in.

They said

their journeys

were in opposite directions

but eventually,

on the other side of the world,

they’re bound to intersect.

 

poem- choose pink December 7, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:11 pm
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“No, honey!” the mother said

reaching across that table and plucking

a crayon from her daughter’s hand.

“The sky isn’t pink.  Here,

use this blue crayon.”

The little girl blinked tears.

The teacher leaned over,

and studied the picture.

“What a beautiful sunset

you’ve drawn!” she said.

.

.

For Charlotte, who is teaching crafts at the art gallery, and is amazed at some parents.

 

poem- time tree August 11, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:20 pm
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The tree outside my bedroom window

was the diameter of my skinny child legs:

smooth skinned trunk,

sweet green leaves.

Now, I reach my mother arms

around rough bark,

scrape my wrists as

I stretch to touch

my finger tips together.

There’s summer sun in the scent

of poplar leaves.

I look into the window

searching for my youthful face

gazing out at the future.

 

poem – borrowed time May 6, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:59 pm
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Our sorrowing time

recalling

our borrowing time–

Her falling

from Heaven,

every day an

unexpected gift,

here briefly.

Today has come

unexpected rift,

searing grief.

Her soul’s flown

fleeing and nearing

heaven now.

She’s whole grown

seeing and hearing

in heaven now.

 .

.

In memory of Emily Anne  March 28, 1986 – May 5, 2012

 

the truth about motherhood April 14, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:45 pm
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At the moment, I’m thinking about The Cat Years

.

Giving birth

to all the dreams

of a future,

a blessing

longed for,

imagined

named

years—

decades—

before.

Happiness

held tightly

and blinking brown eyes

sleepily from a blanket

tightly wrapped into

a cocoon of possibility.

.

Walking away,

snarling and critical,

bored and irritated,

cynical.

Mocking talents,

unappreciative of

sacrifices made,

opportunities given.

.

Kindnesses

rebuffed,

communication

ignored,

considerations

declined.

.

Mocking the dreams

and the sweet scent of

hope that lingered

in the folds of

new skin

wrapped tightly

with what we thought

was happiness.

.

Possibility is a

far more pleasant

contemplation

than reality.


 

 
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