Shawn L. Bird

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poem-there November 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:31 am
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In the early morning

the view is clear;

we can see for miles.

As day emerges,

clouds obscure our vision,

our perspective decreases.

Clarity before obscurity.

Peace before busyness.

One to hold the other at bay.

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poem-heat June 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:47 pm
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In this heat

my body is a compass needle,

aimed at cool water.

 

poem-orb October 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:44 pm
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A  huge silver orb is

suspended in the mist

and glistens on the lake.

 

it was all hazy, and the sun was a huge silver orb hanging in mist. I should start carrying my camera again.

 

poem-loon laughter July 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:09 pm
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Ghostly calls across the lake

loons declaiming poetry

its harmonic tones drowned 

by strident laughter

in the cabin next door

from a less musical loon.

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On the right of the photo, the two small white dots on the water are the loons.

 

poem-lake love July 19, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:31 pm
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Here,

listening to the loons,

with you,

is a precious moment

of forever.

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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.

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

 

poem-magic mirror March 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 am
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The lake has captured the sky

reflecting clouds on blue silk,

shore lines doubled,

snow dusted trees, like brushes,

paint mist

suspended half way between reality

in a magic mirror of spring.

 

 
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