See the twisting silence
weaving between them;
pursed lips, downcast eyes,
See their knot tighten
further together, closer apart.
poem- blocked communication April 13, 2016
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
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
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
Shawn L. Bird 