Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- Minus 26 degrees January 13, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am
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The moon lingers in blue sky,

listening to Styrofoam™ squeaking boots

on crispy, cold snow.

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poem-tricked November 21, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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That sunny day

beguiled.

Promises of warmth.

Such trust to place

in rays,

those sparkling

reflections on the snow.

Liars.

Every

one.

 

poem- slow January 4, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:31 pm
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I’m moving through molasses

going slowly,

thinking like my thoughts are spilled ink

too dark to decipher.

Winter weather draws the sky closer,

closeting us in cloud,

so much white is blinding.

Days are short, but oh, so, slow

and cold.

 

 

 

poem- suspended December 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 am
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We are waiting.

The cloud reclines darkly above the lake.

The snow line drops lower.

The cold creeps and seethes.

Inside, bricks channel the chill.

Children vibrate, “It’s coming!  It’s coming!”

It’s so hard to sit still and concentrate.

Adults sniffle and cough, mutter, “Soon.  Soon.”

They dream of freedom, warmth, of sleeping in.

Christmas holidays can’t come

quickly enough.

 

poem- changing air November 18, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:25 pm
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The air bites.

Our breath smokes

Winter’s long wait is over.

 

poem- swimming December 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:33 pm
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Our bodies are mostly water

and my head is swimming as I lie.

Consciousness swirling in eddies,

I’m drowning in myself.

 

poem- the day after November 12, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:02 pm
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snow falling

between the rain

the pavement becomes a black hole

sucking out the light

I return hoping

but the house is cold

and I must find

my own dinner.

 

poem-ill October 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:20 pm
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Sickness weighs heavy

body aches as if it is encased in cement

limbs do not want to move,

throat scratches,

eyes droop,

incision throbs,

skin shivers.

Every part of me weighed down

and longing to fall into sleep.

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I’m definitely coming down with something!  Yesterday I was falling asleep at 8 p.m.  Tonight it wasn’t even 6 p.m.  Good night!

 

poem-cold November 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:02 pm
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Ice blue skies

white ground

I see the breath

of passers by.

Today I’ll hide

warmly dressed

snuggling next to you

by the fire, inside.

 

 

 

poem- snow falling March 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:38 pm
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Snow falling

a white world

Pure motives

clean character

Love calling

to warm bed

longing

laughing

falling.

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(This is my 1300th blog post!  Hurrah!)

 

 

 
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