Shawn L. Bird

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poem-what’s to do? April 9, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:19 am
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One voice shrill above the babble:

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!

Oh girl,

I hear you.

What’s happening, indeed.

How do we hold our pieces together?

*buy string

*wrap a reminder around my finger: “it will be okay”

*send a card: Thinking of you

*put on makeup

*video call

*write a poem

*read a book

*have a nap

*roll in blankets with the dog

*sing loudly to the radio

*hunt for daffodils

*listen to the chickadees

*fill the feeder, black oil sunflowers are their favourite.

*be gentle with myself when I inevitably

*fall apart

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Today’s NoPoWriMo prompt is to write a To Do list.
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poem-glow? April 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:31 pm
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Oh, yeah.

I used to gleam.

Shining sparkling day-glo shimmer

You know what I mean?

But Covid, man.

It’s worn me out.

Dulled my bright-light

What’s this exhaustion about?

It’s just going to work,

same as before

Just wearing a mask

washing hands, washing hands, and washing some more.

What’s so tiring about that?

I have absolutely no clue

But I’m heading to bed now at dinner time.

How are you?

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#NaPoWriMo Day 1. The official prompt from napowrimo.net was a video that triggered my TBI sensory over-load so I couldn’t watch it. :-/ I’ve come home from work, and again it’s not even 6 p.m. and I’m ready to crawl into bed with an eye mask, a heating pad, and an audio book. I can’t believe how exhausted I am all the time now! How’s a girl supposed to get poetry written, let alone books and stories! Arg. I hope you’re feeling less exhausted.

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poem- gang aft a-gley December 17, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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Those best laid plans

family coming from afar

creating traditions, warm hearts,

remembering those lost this year.

Everything is ready here, gifts piled up

waiting for wrapping.

Public health says stay home.

We must be lonely holiday islands.

There’s no time for parcels to arrive by the

assigned festive day

amid the mail delivery crisis.

No one to gather around our table.

So everything will be different.

We must make something new, a Zoom festivity?

Re-thinking that nativity when a stable had to do,

just like for the Holy Family, things don’t always go

according to

our best laid plans.

 

poem-behind the masks December 11, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:56 pm
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in the story I read

every family was the same

and every person took off their mask

of sameness at the end of the day.

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in the story we’re living

every family’s struggle’s different

we put on our masks each day

to save each other

 

poem-digging a trench December 9, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:27 am
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This is not the year

for adventurous rambling

for party-down fun

for braving new experiences

for exploring new ideas

This is the year

for settling in

for warming up

for holding close

for safe hidey holes from which

to weather the barrage.

 

poem-the dark side of the moon August 24, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:56 pm
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too much new

tensions wrapping around psyches

tugging

we’re choking on the changes

fruitlessly fearful

waiting for someone to hear us

Relief.

A sensible plan

Workable ideas

Deep breath.

This might just work

 

Poem- Summer storm August 1, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 am
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This air is thick enough to drown in
Wading through your words
Lightning flashes in the hills like my
anxiety after the press conference.
Summer storm raging.
They announce back to school plans.
I’m watching the hills for forest fires,
fearing the burning.
Brief respite: rain splatters on the back deck,
before oppression descends again,
and our power goes out.

 

 
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