Shawn L. Bird

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poem- The Bird by Patrick Lane April 28, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:08 pm
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From The Collected Poems of Patrick Lane (Harbour Publishing, 2011)

The Bird

The bird you captured is dead.

I told you it would die

but you would not learn

from my telling.  You wanted

to cage a bird in your hands

and learn to fly.

.

Listen again.

You must not handle birds.

They cannot fly through your fingers.

You are not a nest

and a feather is

not made of blood and bone.

.

Only words

can fly for you like birds

on the wall of the sun.

A bird is a poem

that talks of the end of cages.

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I’m attending a poetry retreat with Patrick Lane this summer, so I’ve been reading his work.  I’m looking forward to the opportunity to study with him!

 

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poem- flourishing April 22, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 am
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Last year,

we met to discuss how we were flourishing,

what made this place so wonderful,

so welcoming,

so special.

This year,

I read your words about us,

and my body weeps at what has become

of our once wonderful

welcoming,

special

place.

Tension in my shoulders.

Stomach churning.

Nails bitten.

Eyes clouded.

Head throbbing.

Make do with less until there is nothing left.

Remake what was precious and original

into tiny boxes that shove our innovation

into boring cookie cutters

and the only flourish is from the arm

cutting us to fit.

 

 
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