You speak gentle words
parting with empty promises.
Our dream has died
haiku-farewell April 25, 2014
You speak gentle words
parting with empty promises.
Our dream has died
poem- card store holidays February 14, 2014
Florists
and card stores
declare a forced affair:
“Purchase a card and dozen roses
or your affections are suspect!”
I prefer
memories carved
each morning from
all the days before
in a collection of kisses
stretching back through
years of anniversaries
Memories of Mister and Missus.
(Though notes are nice,
and I like roses, on sale).
poem-potentially January 2, 2014
He is
-potentially-
all he
is.
.
She is
-essentially-
all she
is.
.
They are
-exponentially-
all they
are.
poem- the other place November 9, 2013
I’m making this up as I go along
You in the other place
Singing echoing off the walls
in an imaginary paradise.
You in the other place
Eden entwined between
sheets and dreams
making it up as we go along
poem-gifts October 23, 2013
She held out
her insecurities
cupped in her hands
and asked him
for reassurance,
but he just looked down
his nose at her
silent
.
He had no
kind word
to give,
no kind heart.
.
And so she stood
face upturned in
silent misery
and held tight to
the gift
of isolation.
fight November 9, 2011
I come to bed nursing hurt,
determined to keep to my side.
My crushed heart needs
the solace of loneliness, as I obsess
on the sense of abandonment.
Wishing, “Don’t go.”
I go myself.
A journey of anguish
centered in my soul.
I’ll rest perched on the west side
looking through salt water.
You sleep on the east,
spine set up against the mountains.
Between will be a desert that I will
not
cross.
.
I crawl between the sheets
and my feet haven’t left the floor
before I am entwined within your arms.
Pulled unceremoniously across the divide
wrapped tight in determined embrace.
.
There will be no fight on this landscape.
Shawn L. Bird 