Shawn L. Bird

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poem-too exhausted March 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:28 pm
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Too exhausted to care

whether the sensitive child is traumatized

by my insistence that she complete the

assignment as required.

Too exhausted to laugh

at the absurdity of end of term panic

after six weeks of poor attendance and disorganization.

Too exhausted to do more

than get through the day myself,

with nothing left for under-achievers who think

I should go over and above for them.

Too exhausted today to care

more about student success they they do.

There’s always tomorrow.

 

 

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poem-overwhelmed February 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 am
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Stacks of articles, demanding my brain

focus and think logically.

Assignment instructions I just want to avoid.

My students drive me crazy when they show this sentiment.

But then, I’ll actually get the work done

(on time)

despite the procrastination,

which they frequently do not.

So many papers.  So tired from report cards and marking stacks of late assignments and prepping for a new semester and February.

So.

Tired.

But the end is in sight.

I can’t give up now.

 

poem-drain September 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:39 pm
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Like tepid water

we’re floating in

the faintest current,

flowing toward

a trickling drain

that empties

us into hollow

cavities

in evening.

 

 

slow September 25, 2012

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:59 pm
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I feel like I’m moving in slow motion this week.  All sorts of things are happening, and I’m watching them with a dull, glazed head.  I have so many things I need to get done in the next couple of weeks, but I am too foggy to concentrate on them.

I’m reading some interesting books, I’m getting lots of exercise, I’m sleeping more than I have in ages.  There is no good reason for me to be out of it.

I feel a bit like I am represented by the gladioli on my entry table.  They’ve drained their water, and have dried out, but they have formed such interesting, squiggly, abstract shapes, and faded into such an interesting colour that I haven’t had the heart to toss them out!  If I get some energy tomorrow, I’ll take a photo so you can see what I mean.

In the meantime, what interesting thing in your house represents you, these days?

As promised, here are my tired glads:

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