Shawn L. Bird

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Black out poem 3 August 27, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:48 pm
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Black out poem 3 reads as follows:

I pass
My show.
I wave time.
I bind a problem.
I lock my smile
I burn this sign.


(Note the use of the poetic device anaphora in the last 4 lines (i.e. beginning the lines with the same word)


Black out poem 2 August 26, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:46 am
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Black out poem 2 reads as follows:

I see you.
You look to her.
(There were good books).
You take my hand.
We reach a tie, sure
in this glance.
So, the line “There were good books” is really a contextual juxtaposition. What’s going on? Is the speaker separating her real life with books and imagining a different ending? Is it all happening in books? Do the books somehow alter behaviour of the speaker and her love interest? What do you think?


Found poem- Feedback August 22, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:03 pm
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Song lyric found poem.


poem-Listen Carefully-paint chip poetry April 3, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:13 pm
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Today’s prompt from involves making a universal deck of 100 words and then drawing a couple of words. I don’t have time or inclination to do that, but I do have this lovely Paint Chip Poetry kit, and that seems to suit the spirit of the prompt.

I received my Paint Chip Poetry kit from my Writerly Kit Subscription Box, a fun box of writerly inspiration that arrives in my mailbox ever couple of months. I’ve even been a feature writer for the kit, which was an honour.



Lunar bramble

lap swim

grizzly gargoyle

penny… tea leaves…

marachino heartbeat

baby sweater

tickled pink.

May be an image of indoor and text that says "Paint LISTEN CAREFULLY Poetry Prompt maraschino heartbeat baby sweater tickledpink"

I quite like how there’s a whole story unfolding in this one! It reminds me of this family legend:
A gypsy told my paternal grandmother that she would have a grand-daughter. Since Dad’s wife at the time couldn’t have kids, and they’d adopted 3 boys, it was thought impossible. But Dad had a second wife, and when my grandmother was 86, she got to hold me! She died the following year.




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poem- far, far away March 10, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:35 pm
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I just received my Writerly Kit, and was delighted to discover this month’s cool item: Paint Chip Poetry. Here is my first poem.

Far, far away

hot lava, fire, ember
jasmine tea leaves
lost balloon

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found poem- nature nostalgia August 18, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:40 pm
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It’s been a while since I went hunting for a found poem.  Here is one using single lines or phrases found on the WordPress Blog roll under the topic of poetry between noon and 1:00 Pacific today, August 18, 2013. Each line of the poem comes from a different poem.  If you find a line from your work, please link to it in the comments!


Lessons in bird song

like it was our world.

Art of revelation-

something more than me-

more temperamental-

heart of a warm sky,

My soul is

a glorious riot of frogs-

threads of raindrops-

transitory life.

Fear and pain

tied artificial limbs together.

Your words float

my infinity,

a drawn sword.

Twilight comes

shadows litter roadways

waiting to be discovered.

You lay here wanting

the new heaven

like a sinner sees God.

I danced a lone waltz

The women break

philosophical dreams

amid the forest wild.

Hope was an ever-blossoming flower

where dreams are made.

I caress your face

tear my soaring wings.

Everything in my head went quiet

a flute for the wind’s mouth.

She is the music

holding hands with my future nostalgia.

Let’s not be the ones who sleep with no dreams.

Beauty sits in itself,

one word for freedom,

the child that I used to be-

an archipelago of memories.

Pain needs no name,

exploring all its mysteries.

The sun touched your face,


exuding her scent

never to grow old,

petals falling from a rose.

This thought ought to be true

like tree roots’

perennial embrace.


What I like about found poetry is the juxtaposition that comes.  The pronouns change, and while some fit seamlessly, others jar you, and you have to consider why it works (or doesn’t, as you perceive it!).  Sometimes a line catches you and holds you, and you have to ponder.  The meaning weaves from stolen images, like Frankenstein’s monster.


Found poem- from the WordPress blog roll April 24 2013 17.46-18.04 hours PDT April 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:30 pm
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(If you should see a line from your poem in this, please link to it in the comments!)  Each line is taken from a poem on the blog roll, in order, backwards in time.


I can’t sing you a sad song.

   patience for life’s lovers

      all these people,

         opened up,

              howl like children

                 for something different in these places.

Mermaids only dream

   our burning love.

I will not take

    first dandelions,

       each one a kiss

           weighing heavy on my heart.

Warm breath on my neck,

     I have burned.

I could write between the lines

     the many masks of the broken child:

        Rainbow sprays in the garden.

I love you still.

Lullaby sea

     has aged gracefully.

Time has taken

    the dewdrops of sadness

         awaiting damnation,

              silencing the crowds.

Blink of an eye,

     what was wholly irrelevent

            blossoms in the mind:

                  I never see you smiling.

Life makes us cynical,

      oddly balanced.

That impossible moment

      lights the trees,

           the sky looks like me.


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