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!
poem-trying September 10, 2017
That light in your eye
gives me hope. The glint of
possibility twinkles there.
I am excited by the symphony
you’re embracing as you
attempt novelty.
poem-just when May 25, 2017
Just when I think there’s been a change
Just when I think the brain’s been rearranged
Just when I think obstacles have been constrained
There’s a smash, crashing return to the old
The opening petals refuse to unfold
The rebirthing story will not be told
Just when I imagine, my hope’s short-changed.
Reality is bitterly cold.
My expectations are really what’s strange.
poem-dull April 25, 2016
Your wits are dull
Your eyes are glazed
Your ambitions are low
You are dull
There is nowhere
for you to go.
Poem- GRATITUDE April 9, 2016
It is lonely
Seeing ghosts of wagging tails
Dancing feet and twinkling eyes.
To remember joy made physical
Only because of my existence.
It is lonely
To catch the movements
From the corners of my eyes
Of furry bodies no longer present.
Grief is a hard, hard, hard burden.
But you,
Are lighter without the responsibility
Lighter with the freedom
Lighter from the consequences.
Lighter with the isolation
That is not loneliness to you.
But oh,
It is to me,
And my heavy heart struggles
With this burden of grief.
Knowing you. Knowing me.
Knowing the sacrifice you make
To bring some relief from grief,
To bring me a piece of joy again,
Wagging on the tip
of a tiny tail.
2016/04/08
poem-circle December 29, 2015
The year is circling.
The light returns again.
Minute by minute
it’s a new dawn.
Loss is behind us
What’s coming is new,
so welcome beginnings
and good things for you.
poem-lost July 29, 2015
Small voice calling;
creatures crawling.
Hopes are falling.
She’s left bawling,
Must stop lolling
and start hauling.
poem-kindle November 10, 2014
Under your skin
you’re kindling dreams.
Letting just enough
hope gleam through the ash.
Your head says,
“You can’t.
It won’t be,”
But the kindling dreams
wonder,
“Why
not
me?”
poem-Elizabeth October 31, 2014
Today
Your Snow White beauty
Is cut with a sharp edge of
Street smarts.
You’ve seen
Too much.
Tomorrow
Will the visions
Scar your face with darkness,
Cigarette creases
And add black anger to your eyes,
Aging you with
Exponential bitterness?
Or will your words
Poured out upon a page
Erase the stresses
And sculpt your beauty
Into timelessness?
poem- something July 22, 2014
Something in the air
is singing my name.
.
I can not tell if it
is a melody from yesterday.
.
I hope such harmony
is from tomorrow.
Shawn L. Bird 