Shawn L. Bird

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poem- light at the end of the tunnel December 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:50 pm
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There’s a spark in the darkness,

a pin point of light,

that might just mean,

day is right ahead.

Maybe.

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poem- no fantasy? no romance? December 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:21 pm
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It is so sad

that you eschew fantasy and romance in your world.

Without fantasy, where is imagination? Where is spark? Where is possibility?

Without romance, where is connection? Where is life? Where is compatibility?

You, ‘realist’ are deluded.

Facing reality means seeing above, below, beyond, and through.

Recognizing the power of the metaphor.

Feeling the electricity of a touch, when your love has gone.

Celebrating what may be.

It means believing in hope.

A realist is a dead shell lapped upon the beach,

while a great ocean signs beside it and carries whales

and sailing ships off over the horizon.

You can still be sensible,

and see the magic of the world.

 

poem-anything November 22, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:58 pm
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Anything?

Anything.

 

poem-crush November 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:52 pm
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Small pieces of hope

held tightly,

nurtured gratefully,

smashed out of my hands,

fall,

fall,

fall.

 

poem-2nd day April 27, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:19 pm
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An unexpected opportunity

A lovely surprise.

Or not.

Thwarted by absence.

Then presence.

Nothing’s ever quite what’s imagined.

Intention yields to alteration

or obliteration.

Wishes wasted by

reality.

Nevertheless, we continue

to try.

 

poem- push on January 28, 2018

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:28 pm
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We labour in monotonous isolation

Words falling onto pages

magic spells

new worlds

It might be good.

It might be worth sharing.

It might just be,

what it needs to be for us

to set our demons free.

Isolation and monotony,

and then someone

you respect

says

“Such lovely prose!”

or “beautifully wrought characters”

or “Loved it!”

and you think there’s hope

for your imaginary friends

and your imaginary world

and your imaginary dreams.

Labouring becomes inspired

by encouraging analyses.

 

poem- eager November 16, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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I’m checking today

Again.

I checked yesterday

And the day before

And the day before that.

Each time,

I catch my breath,

before I click the key.

Open.

Enter.

Hopeful.

So far,

No news.

But

I’ll keep checking,

Until I

Know.

.

Oh!

 

 
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