Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-shared November 27, 2020

It starts with a shoemaker:

distinctive shoes

loud shoes

not for hiding shoes.

It grows with friends:

shared shoe styles

shared eccentricity

shared creativity.

It rests in comfort:

not alone.

Celebrate unique soles

together.

.

.

.

My Nikki Knox collaborator, Nikolette, also a teacher, and I are feeling rather stressed these days as the second wave of the pandemic strikes with rising numbers in schools. We are consoling each other by wearing the same Fluevog shoes this week (we have several pairs in common). Though we are 800 km apart, we are in each other’s hearts and soles. 🙂

 

poem- cardiac episode December 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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You’re dizzy.

Can’t find the armhole on your blouse.

Falling.

You come to yourself slowly,

worn out,

laughing.

Minor cardiac episode?

Heart attack

or

Love?

 

poem- heart on the wind November 17, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:37 pm
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A leaf on the drive way

A large golden heart

No trees nearby match its shape

It is a

a love letter

from the wind.

 

heart pounding contest entering September 9, 2012

Filed under: Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:04 am
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My heart is pounding as if I’d just been running a race.

Was I?

No.

All I did was push “Send.”

I find it interesting, in a curiously analytical way, that one little finger drop, a quarter inch of movement, can cause such palpitations.

The last time I felt like this, I was dropping a manuscript into the mail.

And so I am again, I suppose.

A short story is off to a Big Contest.

Big as in:  Famous judges.  Serious cash.

This is the kind of contest that

has professionals entering:

the ‘in some circles rather famous’

kind of professionals.

I’m joining the game, and now begins the wait.

How close to their skill am I?

Will my entry wallow in the  ‘not quite there’ pile

or shine in the ‘consider this’ pile?

I’ve done all that I can do.

It’s gone,

and my heart pounds a tattoo of farewell.

Now we wait

to see which possibility

unfolds.

 

 
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