Shawn L. Bird

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poem-see June 12, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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See the twisting silence

weaving between them;

pursed lips, downcast eyes,

See their knot tighten

further together, closer apart.

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poem- blocked communication April 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:41 am
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Dear Grandma,

No one

wants to know

about the state

of your

bowels.

Please save

your colourful tales

of abdominal distress

for your medical advisors.

Elimination is

NEVER

appropriate

dinner table

conversation.

.

.

.

(You’d think this was common sense, wouldn’t you?)

 

poem-differences January 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:11 pm
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An invitation is made when the bosom

appears bulging into the neckline,

his gaze is grabbed and as she walks away

she pulls him to his feet to trail after her,

eager for the game.

.

Her instigation is subtle.

He appears at the stair,

tips his head toward the bedroom and waits.

If he’s ignored, he offers another tip.

And if she decides to follow him,

she will do so with a sense of irritation

that he doesn’t offer invitations

so much as commands,

and she’s pretty sure she didn’t actually

promise to obey.

 

 

poem-contact October 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:35 pm
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Communication is so easy

Facebook, Twitter, text, phone

a million ways to message instantly:

No excuses for

your silence.

.

.

(I could also have entitled this, “Call Your Mother!”)  😉

 

poem-good company August 24, 2014

In this time

I can watch a TV show

and share thoughts

impressions

giggles

and sighs

with others watching

simultaneously

all across the country.

Humming Twitter feed

makes for good

company.

Unlike chickens.

.

.

#OutlanderCAN #kiltit  This poem references a famous line from the first really intimate conversation between Jamie and Claire

“When I woke, I was trussed up in the wagon wi’ the chickens, jolting down the road to Fort William.”

“I see, I said quietly,  “I’m sorry.  It must have been terrible for you.”

“Oh, aye.  Chickens are verra poor company, especially on a long journey.”

Diana Gabaldon. Outlander Toronto: Seal Books. p. 90

 

 
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