Shawn L. Bird

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poem- inheritance May 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:52 pm
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My son,

I gave you my nose:

a perky nose, not vaguely classic.

I gave you my hair:

the colour, the texture, the volume

so you should keep it

(be nice to your poor balding father,

don’t rub that in).

I gave you my height

(sorry about that).

I gave you my obsessive nature:

all into the current interest

for as long as the interest lasts.

I gave you my shoe lust

and an appreciation for the unique.

I’m not sure where you got that charm

that drags the ladies to you,

or the way you stretch your dimes

or your athletic discipline.

It’s fun to see your inheritance

blinking back at me from those

lovely, hazel eyes.

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Mother and son on Mont Juic in Barcelona

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poem- reading a historical mystery April 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:01 am
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Small gawky boy

Nose like the beak of an eyas,

I pass a glance to his hands

bronzed and thin upon the table

and find myself time travelling.

Immersed in visions of those hands

Stroking keys, coaxing music,

Mesmerizing me. Those hands

On other arms years ago.

I blink back to now and stare as he stumbles,

Endearingly uncoordinated, into a wall.

I watch him in a crowd, catch the flash of his smile

And am transported into that smile

Gleaming at me in another time

from another face.

Wondering at my sanity,

I check his files,

Find the name I know from long ago

and understand:

History is written in our blood

And carved upon our bones.

The tilt of our heads,

The rhythm of our laughter

The angle of our shoulders,

the shape of our souls,

Are revealed in the genetic mystery

That can be read through time,

by those who see the story.

 

 
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