Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- 10 hours later November 30, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:26 am
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fuzzy tongue fumbles around words

brain, caught in clouds, reaches for fleeing thoughts

feet stumble, avoid tumbling

body rocking, skin tingling

when the doctor says, ‘these pills will be out of your system

in four or five hours,’ here is double time paradox,

tenacious effect.


poem- seen and not heard January 22, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:41 am
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Murmuring voices

racing around me, vacuum engine growl,

white noise.

Words without meaning.

Sound without sense.

There you are.

Your mouth moves,

but I can not hear you



poem-code August 2, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:57 pm
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I read your words

poetic rendering

of a message you

send to the world.

I read your words

seeking for your

meaning. Seeking

without success.

I read your words

and they are only

bar bar babble.

Your words shout

they moan and cry.

I read your words

but I can’t find

your message.

I read your words,


I am not your



poem-ostrich day March 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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I am overwhelmed

by my responsibilities

and the weight of my grief

that creeps up unexpectedly

to undermine my clarity

to bury me with memories

and underscore my sense of loss.

I’ll hide myself from Helios: find

some sand to stick my head beneath.



poem- missed June 14, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:50 pm
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The mark was missed

the complications overwhelmed the need

for simplicity

and now the resulting confusion

obliterates the good intentions and the message

that she thought was being conveyed.

The arrow did not hit the target;

it is quivering in a tree several feet away,

but at least it’s not in anyone’s



poem-perception is reality May 9, 2015

Oh, I know the row you hoe

is dreary and full of woe!

or so you are inclined to think

but we are not defined by your narrow ink

We see you fear to be seen as less

You shout. you rave, you wave distress

It’s not about what we do, dear,

We are not the problem here.

We watch serene, your freak out scene.

We see your strengths, your skills, your care.

We know you’re kind and very fair.

You’re really great. Don’t be irate!

You perceive attacks where there are none.

There’s no one talking at your back.

You do not seek to clarify,

Oh, my, how you leap to conclusions

Each based simply on illusions.

I know perception makes reality

but I encourage you to find serenity

Ultimately, you can not be

great when you can’t see what true,

and when people are contentedly accepting you.


poem- cat woman May 26, 2014

She slashed him.


Pain scratched and yowled around his brain,

longing for palliation.

He saw compassion and affection in your eyes

wrapped his hands across your neck and

in the explosion of  agonized ecstasy,

you choked down his hurt.


She twitched her fingers.


With his backward gaze,

he saw anguish curling lithely behind your eyes.

You saw his pitying relief, even as his pain

purred so loudly in your head

it blocked the words

he should have said.




This one is for Amber


poem- waking May 19, 2014

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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I woke this morning

pleasantly foggy and

imagined my day.

What workshops will I attend?

Yes.  That one. This one.

Then I stretched my mind

into clarity and realized

conference is over;

everyone has gone home.

It was a melancholy moment,

before the smile,

savouring memories.





A memory like this one.  My dear husband, grinning broadly with Diana Gabaldon beside him outside the conference banquet.  This is the first time he’s met an author whose work he admires.  I’m laughing because I just had to sprint down the hall to get into the photo.  Despite being with Diana all weekend and snapping many photos of her with/for other people, this moment was the only one I had taken with her myself this year.


P.S. The counter says that this is my 1400th blog post.  Nice to celebrate with two of my favourite people! 😉


poem- parents and child February 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:52 pm
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What you wanted to be

Everything you wanted to see

Was it you who lied?

Or was it me?

What dreams did you hide

in the tears you cried?

Was it you who lied?

Or was it me?

When your mother sighed

When your father denied

When you tried to foresee

Was it you who lied?

or was it me?

Were we lacking in pride?

Why could you not confide?

We simply could not see

so was it you who lied?

or was it me?


confusing life and love February 16, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:53 pm
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Daily Blog prompt #47  What Part of life confuses you?



What is the meaning of life?

to love and be loved

Nope that’s not confusing.

Why am I here?

To love and be loved

That’s not confusing.

Why do we have to learn this stuff?

Because you need to understand so you can

love and be loved.

That’s not confusing.

Why do bad things happen?

Some folks don’t know how

to love or be loved.

That’s not confusing.

What’s confusing?


It’s amazing how it orders the universe,

but it’s confusing.


my  love plus your love

multiplies into our love.

No confusion there.


This prompt really irritated me, because I don’t find many things confusing.  I tend to shrug off connundroms as unworthy of too much attention, since ambiguity is the nature of most situations and since one person’s confusion is another person’s complexity.   I suppose I have a rather simple philosophy.   After brewing over it all day, I stepped out of my car as I got home from work, and the light bulb pinged above my head illuminating one word: math.    As an English major, I never could figure out that higher level math stuff.  Math majors might find it complex, but not confusing.  For me, theoretical mathematics twist my brain in painful ways.  So here is my offering.  When things are too complex and confusing, simplify until you’re at the basic elements.  There it is: love.


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