It’s time for spring cleaning,
but if I wash your nose prints
off this glass
then the last trace
of you will be erased
and you will truly be
gone.
poem- The Light Returns February 21, 2015
.
Through mourning,
the light returns
brushing softly
touching tenderly
with morning.
.
“The Light Returns” by Elaine Holmes
Charcoal on board 4X6 feet
From collection of J&S Bird
.
We just hung this large, stunning drawing in our house. Elaine Holmes is an artist and teaching colleague from down the road. I fell in love with the piece at an exhibition in the Salmon Arm Arts Centre called “Dark Nights” 10 artists celebrating the solstice. We’re delighted to own it! It just asked for its own poem. 🙂
poem- once more August 24, 2014
If I could
see you once again
I’d hold you tightly,
memorize the sensation
of your arms,
inhale the scent of your hair,
squeeze my love into your bones,
and pray the moment
does not end.
poem-angel laughter August 12, 2014
After
yesterday’s tears,
Today
on the breeze
I hear the
laughter
of angels
.
.
#RIPRobinWilliams
poem- grief June 3, 2014
Today
I watched your smile
twinkling on the seas
I heard your laughter
rustling in the trees
I heard your voice whisper
0n the evening breeze
I saw your image
dancing in the leaves
I felt you everywhere
gifting me with memories
comforting me with peace.
Haiku- Nigerian mothers May 11, 2014
The wells of Nigeria
are poisoned from the salt
of mothers’ tears.
#bringbackourgirls
you June 18, 2013
Your footprints mark the dirt in your garden.
Your finger prints are on the door frame.
Your handwriting tells me we need
Saskatoon berry jam
potatoes
and milk.
Your hair is tangled in your comb.
Your breath is in the bristles of your toothbrush.
Your head left its impression on your pillow.
Your scent is on your clothes in the closet.
But you
are gone.
Poem: You’re Dead (pt. 2) May 5, 2013
You’re dead.
My head
a kharmic muddle
I mull upon
morality,
your despair,
a pall
wrapped ’round
mortality.
You’re dead.
(Still trying to wrap my head around the murder/suicide last week of a kid I knew and worried about).
Poem: You’re dead May 4, 2013
You’re dead.
You’ve bled
a carmine puddle
that pooled and
dripped down
the road,
drained
under my door
and into
my head.
I don’t know you April 13, 2013
I don’t know you
and now I never will.
I wanted to.
.
Now you’re gone forever
and I will never
know you,
love you.
.
But I will grieve
for what
might have been.
Shawn L. Bird 