Shawn L. Bird

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poem- grey day January 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 am
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January is filmed

in black and white,

soft focus filter,

lots of white space.

Mist grows until

it fills the screen,

ready for the credits

to roll by.


poem-colour October 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 pm
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“I appreciate

how you’re always

so colourful,” my colleague said,

echoing words I’ve heard before

from people I admire.

Sometimes I feel

like a rainbow

in a gray scale world.

Or the one colourized character

in a black and white film.

Someone has

brighten dreary days,

and add vividness to boring views.

It could be you,

but it’s me.




poem- heaviness September 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:05 pm
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The mist in the hills

weighs heavily on my heart

The wind through the valley

blows bleakly on my brain

The rain from the grey

drips doggedly on my dreams.




It’s only Wed, but I am exhausted!  I’m sure this soggy weather isn’t helping


poem- grey June 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 pm
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I can not move today.

The sky is heavy

and I am immobilized

by grey.


poem- I am November November 14, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:59 pm
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I am November

Light vanishing on a whim

Tears shed in painful memory

Grey and black

Dreary days.



But lots of celebration to be had, as well, because apparently on Tuesday evening, this blog had its 100,000th visitor!  How exciting!  Thanks for sharing my world!



The narrative of the Grey Boot Quest January 29, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:45 am
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I stroll the mall, and check all routes

in search of perfect, tall, grey boots.

Store by store I search them all

On tidy shelves and crowded stalls.

I search the net in desperate state

At The Boots await!

The perfect shape.  The perfect heel.

The shade of grey, that’s dove not steel.

Alas, at five hundred bucks with tax,

My happy heart’s cleaved with an ax.

I check the site from time to time

To see if cost has dropped a dime.

But one sad day, the boots were gone

My face grew sad, my mouth was drawn.


The Grey Boot Quest began once more

Fruitless, I wandered store to store,

Til a clearance ad came to my in box

and now I can enfold my socks.

My Fluevog Logan boots, were on sale

A happy ending to the tale!

A single pair was in my size,

I quickly clicked, ready to BUY.

Soon from the store in Montreal

My boots will travel, pushed and hauled.

The first miracle was an end to the quest

The Second Miracle Logans are the best!

A week from now, or maybe two,

I’ll pose in those grey boots for you!




Today I’m 21 July 6, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:47 am
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To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent -that is to triumph over old age.
– Thomas Bailey Aldrich

It is my birthday. Today I am 21.  Again. I’ve been 21 quite a few times. I’ve also been 29 and 35. I’ve been older, too, but not often. Age depends on attitude more than number. A cheerful, fun loving way of enjoying life keeps us youthful.  Today I’m full of all the things that 21 has always been for me: Joyful. Full of anticipation for opportunities unfolding ahead.  Appreciative of the wonderful people in my life. Thankful an amazing year just past.

In New Moon, Jacob tells Bella, “Age is just a number, baby.” He’s right. One can re-define the parameters for new numbers. Is my dog 10? Or 70? Or some other age? My mom is 80, but apparently she is far too young to go to activities at the Seniors’ Centre, because “those are for old people.” Contrarily, I attend a lot of activities where I am the youngest person there. I’m frequently the youngest person in my Rotary Club, for example. I am often the only woman with natural hair, though.

J.. P. Senn advised, “Let us respect gray hairs, especially our own.” I couldn’t agree more. I was 35 and completely ‘platinum blonde’ on top when I chose to embrace the natural look rather than continuing with society’s pressure to spend a fortune to colour my hair every couple of weeks I figure I’ve saved well over a thousand dollars in home colour kits since I did. (I’ve spent it in jewelery, another natural adornment for a woman!) It was fascinating to be in Italy and to not see a single Italian feminine grey head in two weeks. Black hair everywhere, and to be honest, not too many touch up lines in evidence, so they were obviously really diligent about it. Our society is afraid to accept change. Grey hair is assumed to suggest incapacity, lack of virility, and nostalgia. What happened to wisdom, experience, knowledge?

Is it ironic that my students think that I bleach my hair this colour, because they don’t think it can possibly be natural? They’ve so rarely seen naturally silver hair that they don’t understand that it can occur on a youthful face. No wrinkles, but silver hair. How old is she? Is she 50? 40? 30?

Today, I’m 21 and there’s a splash of pink in my hair.  Who says I don’t colour my hair?


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