Shawn L. Bird

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poem- ominous omnipotence November 24, 2016

The clouds sink

obscuring hills with billows:

silver, grey, charcoal, black.

Heavy clouds in cold air

ready to coat the highway with danger.

We gaze out our windows

wondering whether we’ll get home before

the first storm of this winter.

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poem- winged October 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:32 am
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I.

On the side of the highway

an outstretched wing

unfurled black

feathers twitch in the breeze

that no longer lift it.

.

II.

On the side of the highway

unfurled curls of black

tires lie.

In the wind of passing traffic,

unwound wires twitch.

I blink.

What

exactly

did I see?

 

 

poem-white November 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:46 pm
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Streaks of white flash past my windshield

like I’m entering hyper-space,

hoping not to be hit by space debris

(or other cars)

’cause that’d end my trip real quick, wouldn’t it?

No one really likes  driving the highway home

through a snowstorm.

Where’s Han Solo when you need him?

 

poem- quilted drive April 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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I drive a lime aphid

along a grey ribbon,

through rippling hills

and valleys of

green velvet

along teal satin waters

beneath a blue silk sky

dusted with tufts of batting fluff.

.

.

(The aphid is actually a Beetle, but the colour is right). 😉

 

poem- dark road March 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:59 pm
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When the road is dark

illuminated only be the narrowest of beams

look above to the sparkling canopy of stars

and ahead to the distance glow

and know

illumination is out there.

 

poem-waiting in line March 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:21 pm
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Another car

goes ice dancing

swirling

spinning

from one side of the road to the other

Sending inhabitants flying

in the death spiral.

Stop! Accident scene!

and I must wait

First in line

While 3 ambulances

2 fire trucks

2 marked police cars

4 unmarked police cars

and 2 tow trucks

sort everything out

45 mins late for work

this morning

but thankful

not to be

in one of the ambulances.

I was doing that

ice dance in the same place yesterday.

One moment we are travellers

the next we are dancers

facing a sudden stop

and a different journey.

 

 

 

 
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