Shawn L. Bird

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poem- flash December 31, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:11 am
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Just like that

you were back.

A flash.

Years had disappeared.

Your hair glistened in the light of the theatre,

our laughter and the crunch of popcorn on the air.

A flash.

Grief seeped through me,

sucking me back to the day they said

you were gone.

.

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RIP Lloyd. 1964-1997 No one is truly dead until they are not remembered any more.

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poem- tricks November 18, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:45 am
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This time

I’m walking forward and you are beside me,

four paws padding along,

wet nose nudging my palm now and again,

assuring me you’re there.

This time

I waken to the whining cries

of someone small who is not you,

blessed and depressed.

Time tricks,

I see your silhouette,

hear a gentle woof on the wind,

look around knowing it’s not,

wishing it was.

Now, time

reminds me that life is a tapesty.

Joys are woven in the warp;

we weave grief in the weft,

dark streaks that might be tears,

alongside the lemon-bright thread of laughter.

This time,

I’m grateful to wrap myself tight

in the memories of you. Grateful

as I go about another day.

 

 

poem-when May 29, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:56 am
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(An early Father’s Day poem)

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When I was little

your face was behind a camera

capturing moments of my small life,

fearlessly climbing the steps on the tallest slide,

thigh high stretches for a toddler,

far above your head,

not afraid;

no pain had touched me.

Your greatest gift was security

to grow up confident in your love.

No one else ever loved me so well

or with such shameless devotion.

Oh, how great my loss.

When I miss you,

as I often do,

my memories are lit with

gratitude,

gratitude,

gratitude.

 

poem- laughing eyes April 30, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:17 pm
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A poem for Cheryl: 1964-2018

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In every photo

you’re focused on those you love:

eyes gleaming,

radiating joy.

You wrap your arms around

grinning little girls,

smother them in kisses,

tackle them with tenderness.

Mother, mother, mother

in every fibre.

And now the children are bereft,

and your laughing eyes

have left the world.

We will look for your smile

in children who will never know you,

and see your laughter through your daughters’ eyes

as they embrace their babies.

 

poem-mercy April 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:07 pm
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It’s a mercy, they say

nodding sagely.

Mercy it may be,

but I’m seeking grace,

for mercy does not

alleviate grief.

 

 

poem- breaking March 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:49 pm
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For Danielle, with love

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Breaking heart

Taking future

Making mockery

I doubt the happy start,

wrapped in a painful ending,

rending all I believed,

feeling deceived

by the life we’d conceived.

Paths onward wending,

sending me,

setting me free.

Taking me,

creating me,

letting me

be,

Breaking past,

Taking a stance,

Making me dance.

 

 

 

 

 

poem-middle February 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:37 pm
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You were middle aged

when we were twenty-seven,

but we didn’t know.

I feel like I am just beginning,

but you have ended.

I can not get my head around

this unexpected cutting

of a thread that should still be winding

through our tapestry.

 

 
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