Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- him December 14, 2018

Yes, there is laughter;

I see it sparkling in those eyes,

twinkling in the crevices of his face.

I see it dancing,

in those jaunty steps,

off-kilter, long-legged ramblings.

I see it in the shaking shoulders,

heaving joy, hard embraces.

There is laughter through that body,

whether we hear it

or not.

 

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poem-interpretation February 6, 2018

The Lord of All Knowledge,

Gatekeeper of Truth,

says the poem means this.

Generations of readers bow

before this wisdom,

even though they don’t see it,

can’t believe it,

they just accept it.

When the poet reads

the critic’s piece,

she laughs and laughs

at the irony of such arrogant

assumptions!

Oh, student!

Good reader!

There are no errors

of interpretation in poetry!

Your experiences show you a meaning,

and if you can find lines to support,

your responses are just as valid as any critic’s.

(So the famous poet said to me,

and he should know).

 

poem-good company August 24, 2014

In this time

I can watch a TV show

and share thoughts

impressions

giggles

and sighs

with others watching

simultaneously

all across the country.

Humming Twitter feed

makes for good

company.

Unlike chickens.

.

.

#OutlanderCAN #kiltit  This poem references a famous line from the first really intimate conversation between Jamie and Claire

“When I woke, I was trussed up in the wagon wi’ the chickens, jolting down the road to Fort William.”

“I see, I said quietly,  “I’m sorry.  It must have been terrible for you.”

“Oh, aye.  Chickens are verra poor company, especially on a long journey.”

Diana Gabaldon. Outlander Toronto: Seal Books. p. 90

 

 
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