Shawn L. Bird

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poem-tenaciousness March 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 am
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He walks with a personal cloud

dulling his world, blurring his perceptions.

Walling him in, between tendrils of fog

freezing him in place to avoid falling off the precipice.

Her arms are open with devotion and she calls to him,

but her voice bounces off rocks and mist.

Their mutual affections miss each other

in the haze, but both are sincere and will still be there

when the fog lifts

(or he goes over the cliff).

 

 

poem- hovering February 18, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:47 am
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It’s a shadow

she can’t quite see,

just behind her head.

A sensation of suspicion

quickening between

her shoulder blades.

A darkness settling in

a midnight coloured cape.

Oppressive premonitions

that demand she hides, fades away.

No energy for fight or flight

when confronting the black horror

of night.

 

poem- resourceful October 6, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:25 am
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I tied the sheets around the bedpost,

dropped out the window out of sight,

followed you down to the River Styx

with the water dark as night.

I leapt.  You bet.

I swam against the current

bumped against all those lost souls

but I was going to find you, and I did.

I tossed a coin to the boatman as he poled  along his way, I crawled into the boat

and I did say,

I told you

and I told you

and I told you.

I don’t care how black your night is

I don’t care how deep the pit

I will follow you and pull you back for air.

I will follow through the darkness

I will swim the River Styx

I will do it because that’s what marriage is.

It’s sticking when your hearts in little bits.

Kharon shrugs his shoulders, pulls us up to the next dock

He doesn’t care if we should choose to walk.

I wrap my arms around you and I drag you to the light,

because you’re too precious not to fight with all my might.

If I must be the strength then so be it,

let’s do what we can to make you fit,

I promised I’d be there for better or for worst

and Baby, I’m not driving with that hearse!

In sickness and in health, In poverty and wealth

I told you

and I told you

and I told you.

I don’t care how black your night is

I don’t care how deep the pit

I will follow you and pull you back for air.

I will follow through the darkness

I will swim the River Styx

I will do it because that’s what marriage is.

It’s sticking when your heart’s in little bits.

And I’m sticking so let’s hear no more of this.

I’m strong this time, and you’ll be fine

We all suffer those hits.

I’m strong this time, and you’ll be fine

in time.

In time.

In time.

In time, Baby you’ll be fine.

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I had no idea what that was when the first lines came, but apparently it’s the lyrics to a country song about dealing with a spouse with depression.  Who knew!  

 

poem-twinkleless October 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:18 am
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Your lips are curled into a jack o’lantern smile

but there is no warmth in your face

because instead of flame behind your eyes,

there is a haunted house.

 

poem-choose strong May 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:40 pm
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You can not choose the circumstance

that fights to keep you down,

but you can choose how you respond;

you can choose to be strong.

Whatever trauma shatters you,

Whatever hurts you feel,

The weakness is just temporary;

You have the strength to heal.

 

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A fitting conclusion to yesterday’s poem, today’s piece reflects the message of Robb Nash and his band who played for the high schools of Salmon Arm today. I’m glad to part of Shuswap Rotary which supported Robb’s visit. Read more about Nash’s astonishing life story and inspirational work here: http://www.robbnash.com

 

poem-shatter May 25, 2015

You are bound tightly by mirrors

Gazing at yourself through refracted light

Every flaw magnified infinitely

Every hurt reflected back

slashing

slashing

slashing

you into fragile glass: you

naked Royal Doulton figurine

bare

broken

morose multiplicity in a million pieces of silver.

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I want this to have a hopeful spin, but perhaps that will be part two tomorrow?  It feels complete in thought, so I’ll stop.

 

poem-lonely May 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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I do not know what to do

about your screams.

It seems you plunge

to unplumbable depths

and I do not know

how to swim.

The mists of melancholy

shroud the waters,

coat you in agony,

fog reason, and

I fear I am not lighthouse

enough to guide you home.

 

 
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