Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- we turned on the Christmas lights November 22, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:19 pm
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The dog stares mesmerized

past the old glass bulbs wrapped around the tree, those steady, dependable glass bulbs that have illuminated twenty Christmases,

while in the lilac bushes the new micro-bulbs change from white to colour, fade, flash, urge us to celebrate with their “Party on!” dance,

but this year, putting them out

used all the energy we have

and there’s no irony in the number of blue bulb strings wrapped and draped around the door.

 

poem- leaving the keys for the new owners October 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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The house echoes.

Drapes she made hang on the windows,

the last pieces of her here,

except

the lingering scent of bread baked

months ago, as

her last messages of appreciation,

her last independent acts.

 

poem-Emptying my mother’s house September 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:54 pm
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I tell myself,

In the process of creation,

her art fulfilled its purpose.

If the family has chosen what to keep

Freeing the rest to the universe

is just extending its mandate

not a betrayal to her

memory.

 

poem-siren call September 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:21 pm
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It used to be

a howling ambulance

made me hold my breath

waiting to hear if it flew to you.

Now you’re past their aid,

so I send a blessing

to the stranger in need

and into the sky in memory

of you

 

poem- Father’s Day June 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:56 am
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My father’s ashes are beside me. Once
Every day was Father’s Day,
Now every day he’s absent,
But every day he’s here.
Love never dies.
Devotion binds fond memories;
so long as we remember him,
it’s always Father’s Day.

 

poem-grey June 8, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 am
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The first day

my mother did not see

dawned grey and heavy

with dew.

But still the finch greeted me

with its joy at waking to

the new.

 

poem-wind June 7, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:58 am
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The crows auk auk their condolences

The finch assures that life goes on.

My mother is now spirit in the breeze,

(or the stiff head-wind,

’cause she was stubborn like that).

 

poem-song June 6, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:25 am
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It is my mother’s second

dying day.

I awaken, heart heavy,

to the house finch’s

happy song.

An accompanist,

as a spirit dances its

release

into eternity.

 

poem- slow June 5, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:22 pm
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How is this day only half over?

Only six hours since I told the doctor

palliation would be her choice,

a life-time is dragging by.

Each minute means more

than those before it.

An infinite embrace

unfolding, a somnolent

soul journeying

forward.

 

poem- crossing over February 14, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:34 am
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(A cascade poem)
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I waited for you
wishing for a miracle
on that long night

so long ago, and yet
I live in that moment still;
I waited for you,

holding your hand,
counting your breaths
wishing for a miracle.

Hospital bed,
The click of knitting needles,
on that long night.

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The form of a cascade is to create a free verse first stanza, and then repeat subsequent lines of that first stanza at the ends of the following stanzas, cascading the lines from the first stanza throughout the poem.  This form was created by Udit Bhatia.

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FWIW- we did get the miracle, and four more years.

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