Shawn L. Bird

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poem- twisting September 7, 2018

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Colour me

a turning rainbow





poem-theory March 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:30 pm
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Sometimes the theory doesn’t pan out

It seems like a good idea

but the execution just doesn’t quite work.

Maybe the support staff didn’t quite have the vision.

Perhaps the concept wasn’t communicated adequately.

The theory was sound,

but it didn’t quite work out.

We need to try something





I had my hair coloured at a salon today.  Usually I do it my self, but the longer it gets, the harder that is.  I suggested a thin swath of bright yellow, hidden beneath the top (uncoloured) layer, to pop out in vibrant contrast to the cold colours in the rest of the style.  It didn’t quite work out as I envisioned it:

But aside from that weird yellow, looking like dripping dog pee in snow, it is rather gorgeous, I think.  About 6 different Goldwell Elumen colours.  Don’t ask me which ones. :-/  (All these photos are me. The composite was taken in the salon for their advertising). I doubt it will ever be so prettily curled again…


poem-colour October 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 pm
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“I appreciate

how you’re always

so colourful,” my colleague said,

echoing words I’ve heard before

from people I admire.

Sometimes I feel

like a rainbow

in a gray scale world.

Or the one colourized character

in a black and white film.

Someone has

brighten dreary days,

and add vividness to boring views.

It could be you,

but it’s me.




poem-bursting July 12, 2014

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she was a closed bud


she’s burst into pink frills

dusted with yellow

streaked with purple.


she may fade

but today

she is a glory.


poem- sunset November 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:28 pm
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The lake

is a puddle of pink paint

reflecting  clouds glistening Klimt gold

in a sky fixated on fuchsia.


poem- October October 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:28 am
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Some years,

September exits in a swish of scarlet, and

October dawns dappled in gold.

But this year,

October is opulent in shimmering emerald velvet.

Forests hold back their  adornment.

The morning whispers on wisps of fog beyond

“I will wait.”

All around the lake, summer aches for more time,

grips tight to verdant hues,

and as October embraces green

its ochre arms


the firey glory

of autumn.


inadvertent blue brow March 7, 2013

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:42 pm
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I have a blue brow.

This certainly doesn’t indicate any blue blood (though my children can trace their patrilineal descent to Charlemagne four ways).

What it does indicate is a lack of care during the rinse cycle, I suppose.

As you know, from the photo at right, I wear coloured streaks in my hair.    At present, all the lower couple of inches of my scalp all the way around is a fuchsia pink, and there are long midnight blue strips on either side.  On the right it’s just above the ear, on the left it goes right up to the top of my head.  (This sounds strange, but looks quite nice, and garners compliments all the time, so don’t worry about my sanity).

The top of my head is very white.   (To effectively camouflage the instant roots I get because my hair grows so fast).

Usually, my brows are almost black (like my hair used to be.  >>sigh<<) but lately half of one has lost its pigment.  Today when I finished rinsing out the dye and blow-drying my hair, I looked into the mirror and discovered that my formerly white brow, is now blue.

I’m not sure what I think about this.

It’s not that I’m adverse to colour, obviously I’m not.  Perhaps it’s just that this seems like an awful lot of blue.  I usually wear blue mascara and eye liner, and the gem in my left nostril is blue, as well.

I like serendipity, though.  It is what it is.


I suppose next time I could accidentally dye it pink…



colour December 19, 2012

Filed under: Commentary,OUTLANDERishness — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:21 pm
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“I tended to avoid grey, which made me look like I’d been inexpertly embalmed.”

(Claire in Echo of the Bone by Diana Gabaldon)

This phrase made me chuckle, as it’s so true.

Colour is such an important key to self-esteem.  If you walk around in colours that don’t match your complexion, you tend to look rather sickly.  While Claire, with her golden glow, amber eyes, and brown hair, avoids grey.  I avoid brown, and choose shades of grey as my neutral colour of choice.

How about you?  What colours make you shine?  Which make you look ill?


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