Shawn L. Bird

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poem- creak December 14, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 am
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Creak

Cracks

Broken

Backs

Strung on a rack

Creaking wheel

pulls spine taut

Entreats,

“Sweet mercy!”

Greets pain

Back

broken

cracks

creak.

 

poem- there October 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:46 am
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I’m crafting a world

and living in it.

You’re part of the narrative,

if only,

you were there.

 

poem- Mom September 14, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:46 pm
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Today is my mom’s 86th birthday, so I wrote her a poem:

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My mother is a sewing machine

Stitching life together like a quilt.

She can make anything grow

as the needle whirs and punctures

Creating history.

 

poem- ugly cute June 12, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:37 pm
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Baby birds

peeping in the road

calling for dinner–all mouths

few feathers

Watch for cats!

 

poem- palms March 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:49 pm
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A moment of celebration

raise your hands, wave the palms

Palms together, clap your hands,

No palmistry to understand

when they raise you up

they’ll drop you down.

Get ready to sup and pray some.

Silver’s exchanged for a soul

just thirty little pieces.

The whole world pivots around

this moment of celebration,

before the coming devastation.

But after grief,

Relief. and

Peace.

.

.

A little Palm Sunday poem for you.

 

 

poem- baby February 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:22 pm
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That gummy smile

is worth more than anything

at the Academy Awards.

 

poem- journeys October 6, 2014

Like a stone on the beach

she picked him up,

and took him home.

He filled her with new life,

and they held companionable

hands, two became four.

Beneath the bubble,  

Poisons devoured him in relentless nibbles,

and the doctor said his only hope

was a healing journey

to a new way of life.

But toward,

is also away,

and children waved good-bye

to their skipping stone,

who crossed an ocean and

disappeared into time.

 

 

 
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