Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- then December 16, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:16 pm
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A note to us

back then:

These days are precious;

you will savour your

memories of camaraderie

at the end of the road,

from the distance of

two decades.

Warm wood fires,

and warmer friendships,

Mothers and small children

budding careers,

and many dreams

were nurtured there

at the end of the road.

World travels,

Publication,

Independence

All dreams you barely

dare to dream

come true

in time.

Still, that time

at the end of the road

with faith and friendship,

warm hearts,

is where our daring

began.

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For Claudia (and Heather and Francine and the rest of the Woods Road gang, actual and honourary) as I remember cookie exchanges, coffee, tea, cooking lessons, painting, laughter, prayer, and bats. 🙂

 

poem- lift off December 10, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:06 pm
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I believed,

I really did.

I told myself,

‘It will be.”

But I hoarded words.

I wished,

I wondered,

I waited.

I held my words tightly.

It is bold

to send words away

to find their friends.

But when words

are shared

worlds are opened

to new horizons.

Life lifts off

when we believe

in our words,

and set them free.

 

poem- lights December 5, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 pm
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You illuminate my life

like Christmas lights.

You create happiness

in bright coloured bulbs

You saturate my senses

like season’s greetings

You fill my whole being

with happy holidays

 

poem- first snow December 1, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:23 pm
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I wake to

the scrape of the snow shovel

below my window,

and the rumble of 

the plow on the road.

The air is white

with winter

now.

 

poem-false November 30, 2013

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:09 pm
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They lie

across my lids

stuck like  caterpillars

Coyly magnifying

each magnificent blink,

each flirtatious flutter,

adding power to each

sultry glower,

Prepare prey

to be ensnared,

enter and be

rendered helpless,

as I flash

these false

eyelashes.

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avalashessmall

 

Today is hubby’s birthday, and I managed to get these lashes back on (last worn on my birthday, see photo above).  They’re fun, but they sure feel weird! 😉

 

 

poem- kind light November 29, 2013

Filed under: Poetry,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:56 pm
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She is full

of dark visions.

She wears

prickly armour,

of protruding spikes .

She shows a

black expression

daring you to come closer

but you step

into her darkness,

with a candle of consideration

share her visions

and show her

what kindness looks like.

.

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(For Robin, just one of my many amazing teacher colleagues).

 

poem- fiery eyes November 19, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:41 pm
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Mist drifts on snowy mountains,

slash piles burning:

molten eyes in a ghostly face

glowing above us

 

poem- hills aflame November 13, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:31 pm
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Through the blackness

glow scarlet gashes on the mountain

Drivers on the winding highway

sniff the smoke , entranced

by danger dancing above

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It’s hard to keep your eyes on the road when the hills above you are blazing!  

It’s also nerve-wracking for an asmatic to be anywhere near burning, controlled or not.  (and we think this was controlled).

 

poem- if November 5, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:52 pm
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If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would greet her every day

with a heart heating hug

with a spine kindling kiss

with glowing eyes.

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would bid her sleeping form farewell

with grieving eyes

with cuddling kiss

with a heart felt hug

longing to remain.

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would harness his white horse

unsheath his sword,

charge down her demons,

She doesn’t see,

that he is her champion,

if he sees who she is

and stays to fight for her

when she’s not looking.

She doesn’t see,

that he loves her.

 

poem- reminiscence November 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:02 pm
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The rain on this sky light

makes me long for

pattering on the tin roof,

a warm wood stove,

old friends

from then.

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Ah. Our lovely acreage house when the kids were little, life was simpler, and close friends were near.

Oh look!  It was for sale again!  http://pglistings.ca/buy/17360_Woods_Road Wow. We purchased it for $126k in 1993.  I personally tiled that fireplace and hung that  (very dated!) oak towel ring in the upstairs bathroom.  Lots is new though- from the beige everywhere to the wood floors and the side deck (built just as we’d envisioned it).  I miss the stairs at the front of the deck to the front door- it’s weird to only have the back stairs!  We also planted several dozen baby pine trees that are now 20 feet tall across the front and along the drive way.  I wonder where their living room furniture is?  >>sigh<< Such a beautiful place.  Sometimes I still dream of this house.