Speak your future
Say what you will be.
In moments of self-nurture,
Trust in your destiny.
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A little reflection based on some observation in a Zoom presentation for Professional Development from indigenous author Monique Gray Smith.
poem-right for you May 18, 2019
For Linda, and those Fluevog Heidi boots… 🙂
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Never felt right for me.
Sloppy here
Too tight there
Almost like they just weren’t meant to be.
Then you came along
singing those songs
inspiring me.
You made me laugh
A rough task when my brain is broken.
When we had a chance to meet
Your floral feet put right next to mine
The sky lit with possibility of
A perfect fit.
Almost as if I’d been meant to keep them safe for you
Almost as if they were waiting.
I’m waving those babies good-bye as you drive down the street.
I’m elated we had a chance to meet,
’cause those boots were plainly meant for your feet.
They’re meant for dancing to the beat
stomping on bad days,
striding places
where I was never going to take them.
I know it’s absolutely true:
Those boots were meant for you.
poem- poem vs ink December 8, 2017
A poem, found in the comments of NUDGE. By Shawn and Chris
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Your mind, has to be much better.
You ‘re not getting shock treatment too?
Are you?
Not electro-shock, at least
They’re trying to make me look crazy.
Every time i go to the hospital
Strapped to a bed…
You may be fine, but
perhaps the drugs are crazy?
Drugs are how i am…
Where does one end and the other begin?
Is a place ahead
separate from that identity?
desired?
willed?
(Is this a poem?)
No,
drugs are part of the poem
Life is the poem;
drugs are just your ink.
poem- pathways October 8, 2017
This is our path
We walk step in step
We’re heading in the same direction
Around us, the seasons change,
friends leave us with only memories,
reminding us that these days are precious
our hands are clasped together,
trusting in our
future.
poem-moment June 15, 2016
In a moment
everything she thought she’d be
was sliced away.
In a moment
simple expectations yielded
to new arrays.
In a moment
opportunity seized her hand
to her dismay.
In a moment
foolish disappointments
were child’s play.
In a moment
her entire future was pulled
onto a new pathway.
poem-destiny October 13, 2014
It weaves around the sky
like jet streams tying ribbons
of air,
entangled trust
entwining wishes,
entrusting time
twisting you and me
into a braid
of mist.
poem- fewer September 13, 2014
There could be no fewer steps
than those he trodded toward you
straight limbed and unencumbered
directly into destiny.
There could be no fewer steps
than those away from dreams
point-less apparitions
of troubled consciousness
directly into destiny.
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(I don’t know what it means. If you have an idea, feel free to share!)
poem- it couldn’t be August 1, 2013
No
Why imagine that?
You can’t do that!
That’s not for the likes of you.
No
That’s all they ever said.
I had to stay in this rut
and be what they had settled for
But
my wishes had wings
My dreams dredged deeper
and where I am
is a place of possibility
too great for them to see
Michaelangelo could look
into a rock and see the face of angels
like me
Shawn L. Bird 