Shawn L. Bird

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poem-blurred May 3, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:37 am
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Today

life is soft focus

foggy view.

Slow brain.

Whole body blurred,

translucent.

If someone took a photo

would I be a phantom?

 

poem-flocked absence February 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:42 am
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The world is flocked white

and I stretch my toes searching for your lingering warmth.

Absent.

It’s slow on the road today,

highway’s slick and I wish I could take a sick day.

Absent.

The world is flocked white

like it’s powdered me on the trees; I’m empty.

Absent.

The world is flocked white

I want to abrogate responsibility and hibernate.

Absent.

 

 

poem-ill October 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:20 pm
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Sickness weighs heavy

body aches as if it is encased in cement

limbs do not want to move,

throat scratches,

eyes droop,

incision throbs,

skin shivers.

Every part of me weighed down

and longing to fall into sleep.

.

.

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I’m definitely coming down with something!  Yesterday I was falling asleep at 8 p.m.  Tonight it wasn’t even 6 p.m.  Good night!

 

poem-surly December 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:24 pm
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This morning unfurling itself

I have awoken surly.

The low clouds match my mood

The sky is surly, too.

.

Inside the house,

the Christmas mess mocks

in its surly aftermath.

.

The snow plow

dragging itself through the city

scrapes with surly determination.

.

My surly swirl of grumpiness

has me in good company,

it seems.

 

 
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