Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-shared November 27, 2020

It starts with a shoemaker:

distinctive shoes

loud shoes

not for hiding shoes.

It grows with friends:

shared shoe styles

shared eccentricity

shared creativity.

It rests in comfort:

not alone.

Celebrate unique soles

together.

.

.

.

My Nikki Knox collaborator, Nikolette, also a teacher, and I are feeling rather stressed these days as the second wave of the pandemic strikes with rising numbers in schools. We are consoling each other by wearing the same Fluevog shoes this week (we have several pairs in common). Though we are 800 km apart, we are in each other’s hearts and soles. 🙂

 

poem-rainy reminders October 11, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 pm
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Something is missing from my life:

the crack of the ax

winter’s firewood piled high

wood smoke rising from a chimney

the snapping from the grate

heat sinking into the bones

live fire, primordial comfort,

on a cold night, its golden, spitting light

shadow painting a picture of all we

require.

 

poem- wishes November 25, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:50 am
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She used to see him everywhere

He wove into every conversation

‘All roads lead to…’ they joked

Now the roads go new places

Wind through wishful thinking,

blissful realities

settle comfortably in what is

for what it’s worth.

 

 

poem-labels February 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:29 pm
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She is nestled up against him

waiting for the whispered words

of adoration, desire.

He sighs contently, and tells her

she is cuddly.

That sounds like a teddy bear she says.

He pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck,

but a single tear rolls down her cheek.

 

poem-far January 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:41 am
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You’re too far.

It doesn’t matter that it’s only a day.

I feel bereft without my back up.

Knowing you’re at my back

is my security,

against myself.

Don’t be far

for long.

 

poem- day off April 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:00 pm
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Reclining, sipping tea,

computer on the knees

Lounging in my jammies,

needing nothing more than

catching up on reading

and my writing chores,

whiling the day away

seems really swell

until someone rings

the damn door bell.

 

 

 

 
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