We’re home, and it’s raining.
Vacation sun hidden
Blue skies masked by grey
I didn’t ask you to say
anything. I waited.
Too late.
We’re home, and it’s raining.
poem-cracked March 20, 2015
I am cracked earth,
parched red clay
shrinking in the sun.
You are water,
not a flood
pouring over, but
a gentle, constant rain,
infiltrating slowly,
waking dormant seeds,
bringing blossoms,
to barren hopes,
remaking me.
poem- offensive March 8, 2015
I am offended by this object.
In my messy,
but perfectly coordinated, kitchen
you have filled the clear soap dispenser
with acid yellow dish detergent,
instead of clear or white
as is the aesthetic choice.
It glares at me:
caution colour
screaming incongruity.
It hurts my eyes;
it seers my sensibility.
But you are proud
of your helpfulness,
and this is your house, too.
Perhaps if I squint,
it will be invisible?
.
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poem-waiting February 25, 2015
She’s waiting for the words
he will not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he should not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he does not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he could not say.
She’s waiting for the words
he can not say.
She’s waiting for the words.
poem-lovable February 16, 2015
Her body next to him is not enough
For him to believe in love.
He must believe he is lovable,
in order to love someone else.
If she is worth romancing,
would she be with him?
He must believe he is lovable
in order to love someone else.
If he is unworthy of love, how can
he encourage her to love him
through hearts, flowers, and love letters?
He must believe he is lovable
in order to love someone else.
poem- nerd love February 15, 2015
I love nestling next
to your naked body discussing
psychological theory.
poem-sure February 10, 2015
What’s Valentine’s Day for?
Sure she’s there
yesterday, today, tomorrow
but don’t forget
love needs fuel:
a compliment
a coffee
a night out
a gift of time
a smile
a kiss.
She needs to know
every day
that you would do it all over again
that she’s your only love,
that she makes you a better man.
What’s Valentine’s Day for?
Sure he’s there
yesterday, today, tomorrow
but don’t forget
love needs fuel:
a compliment
a coffee
a night out
a gift of time
a smile
a kiss.
He needs to know
every day
that you would do it all over again
that he’s your only love,
that he makes you a better woman.
Valentine’s Day is just a day,
but it’s day to remind you
that you shouldn’t take you lover
for granted.
If you don’t want to buy expensive
flowers and heart shaped boxes
of bad chocolate on February 14th,
pick dandelions and find good chocolate
every day.
poem-made February 9, 2015
Here
Soft light.
Glimmering.
Singing voices.
Dancing embers flash.
Kisses, flowers, chocolate
Is that what love looks like?
Romance on demand?
Trustworthiness.
Commitment.
They last.
Here.
.
.
.
This is a formed poem. Each line adds a syllable to 6, then reverses the pattern.
poem-distant February 8, 2015
She wants him to journey
through her, trail his fingers
along paths of discovery,
raise mountains of delight,
explore lingual caverns,
create tsunamis of desire.
But travelling is work,
and he’s not up to the flight.
poem-hollow January 31, 2015
Her belly is hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been excavated
and spun into emptiness.
.
Her head is hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been desolated
and spun into heaviness.
.
Her life is hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been devastated
and spun into enviousness.
.
Her hope was hollow.
Once it was filled with him,
but she has been extricated,
and spins into readiness
Shawn L. Bird 