Shawn L. Bird

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poem- phantom cookies August 31, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:27 am
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In my dreams

two cookies appear on my plate

when I glance down

I have eaten one.

In dismay I think

I just won’t eat the other,

but next glance,

it is gone, too.

I think, how strange, I eat

without even noticing.

That’s a bad habit.

.

.

(39 days on the diet–twenty pounds down–apparently my subconscience craves cookies?)

 

haiku-dream March 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 pm
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Down the hall, I hear

the soft woofing of a dreaming dog,

but no dogs are here.

.

Is someone gleefully

chasing dream rabbits

at our B and B?

.

True story.  (Thin walls).

 

poem-tortoise March 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 pm
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In dreams

I have been gifted with a tortoise.

A slow moving friend who will live long.

When I wake, I google

whether tortoises can lived in a backyard

through Canadian winter.

before I realize it was only

a dream.

 

poem-ashes to ashes February 21, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:03 am
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I feel you curled against my back.

I stroke your warm body.

I gaze into your soft brown eyes,

that gaze lovingly back to me.

I wonder whose ashes are in the box:

Conspiracy theories.

Painful realities ring with the alarm clock,

and my contentment turns to ashes.

 

poem-dream warrior February 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:28 am
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You were fighting

a wooly mammoth

with a light saber.

plainly losing the battle.

Your cries drew me to consciousness,

so I saved you

with a waking shake.

Never let it be said,

I haven’t got your back.

 

poem-visiting February 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:37 am
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Dad came for a visit

and we discussed laundry soap

in my dream.

He didn’t ask about Mom,

and I didn’t tell him.

 

poem-sweet January 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:41 pm
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It’s unexpected moments

that honey drip from yesterday

crystalizing through today

and crunching in cubes tomorrow.

Sometimes bitter,

mostly sweet.

 

 
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