Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- memories April 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:10 am
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In the hanging basket:

skeletal memories of

last summer’s blossoms.

 

poem-spring snow April 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:47 pm
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This April snow

fills the air with pink petals and

scents the sky with spring.

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http://www.napowrimo.net prompt for today, Earth Day, April 22 to write a pastoral poem, one about nature.

 

haiku- dwelling April 5, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:08 pm
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A further spin off from Emily Dickinson’s “I Dwell is Possibility” is today’s haiku:

 

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“What if?” is a question

that unravels worlds of

possibility

 

poem- Valentine haiku February 14, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:00 am
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I know you love me

because you left this grieving heart

the last crumpet.

Again.

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But if you’re reading, darlin’

I wish you’d worn your kilt today.

It wasn’t much to ask, was it?

Just sayin’.

 

poem- good dog haiku February 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:29 pm
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How long ’til I stop

Checking behind me for my

faithful dog shadow?

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Good bye Dusty Dog.

 

poem-orb October 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:44 pm
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A  huge silver orb is

suspended in the mist

and glistens on the lake.

 

it was all hazy, and the sun was a huge silver orb hanging in mist. I should start carrying my camera again.

 

poem-hush September 8, 2014

The house is silent

except for the screaming

in my head.

 

haiku-happiness August 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:51 am
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I love to see your

tail wagging happily

in your doggy dream

 

micropoem- illicit scent June 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:47 am
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The perfume from

these stolen peonies

seems extra sweet.

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(Lest you think I stalk the neighbourhood, masked, with scissors in hand looking for floral victims: the peonies in question were bending onto my driveway from a peony bush in a bed so overgrown I don’t think the neighbours even know the bush is there!).

 

haikus- pass May 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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Pass word needs 8

characters, a symbol, a capital,

and a number.

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For your own security

Don’t write  down your

user name or  pass word!

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Remember everything

even if you only use the site

once a year.