Shawn L. Bird

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poem- dust December 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:46 pm
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The mantle piece is gathering dust,

as are other ledges,too

The strings are dusty on the harp

the soundboard’s dusty, true.

The floors could use a washing.

Windows want a spotless view,

But what I lack in house keeping

I make up in love for you.

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(Someone is vacuuming and washing floors before we leave for Christmas dinner, causing stress to poodles.  Hint: it isn’t me).

 

poem-small December 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:10 am
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It’s not  small.

It overwhelms.

Unending paper piles

proliferate in the night.

A day’s work

becomes a week’s.

Somewhere under there

is order,

but it will take more

excavation.

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.

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I’ve been cleaning and re-organizing my office space.  Made some progress after a week, but it’s not there yet.  Arg.  

What task do you have that seems to expand when you’re not looking?

 

poem- incessant November 10, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:53 am
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Housework:

incessant chore

detracting from fun

and always

always

always

still to do.

But at least

I have

a house.

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.

I hate housework.  From my messy room as a kid to my messy desks (at home and at work) I epitomize chaos theory.  I want to use my time to create, so there is something to show for it.  Since housework never ends, one is never satisfied with the task, which inevitably dissolves.

 

poem- Sunday October 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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Dirty clothes piled in the bath room,

Plates and projects in the living room

Books piled in the dining room

Clean laundry 4 feet high in the dressing room.

Everywhere there’s work to do

and I just want to cuddle you.

 

 
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