Shawn L. Bird

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poem- fade June 2, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:48 pm
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Certainty sits in my throat while

rain weeps uneasy farewell

to the ambulance.

She will not fare well.

She is failing, fragile.

Rain washes tenuous existence

down the street in ripples

and rivulets.

It’s all downhill from here.

 

poem- seeing May 31, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:22 pm
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I see a new person now.

The years’ baggage-

so much bitterness and resentment-

has disappeared like lost luggage.

She stands at the Baggage Claim,

befuddled

then teeters down the hall,

oblivious to its loss.

This peaceful creature

is new.

There is no room to hold the past

against her.

 

poem- blocked communication April 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:41 am
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Dear Grandma,

No one

wants to know

about the state

of your

bowels.

Please save

your colourful tales

of abdominal distress

for your medical advisors.

Elimination is

NEVER

appropriate

dinner table

conversation.

.

.

.

(You’d think this was common sense, wouldn’t you?)

 

poem- mowing stereotypes May 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:35 pm
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The skinny old lady,

grey hair twisted into a bun,

leathery skin, artfully wrinkled,

roars around her yard

in her bikini top,

mowing in the rain.

 

 
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