Shawn L. Bird

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poem- him December 14, 2018

Yes, there is laughter;

I see it sparkling in those eyes,

twinkling in the crevices of his face.

I see it dancing,

in those jaunty steps,

off-kilter, long-legged ramblings.

I see it in the shaking shoulders,

heaving joy, hard embraces.

There is laughter through that body,

whether we hear it

or not.

 

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Confessions July 7, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:05 pm
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I am at a poetry retreat, and I have just realized I haven’t posted any new poetry in ages!  Here is one that was prompted by discussion around the table last night.


 

Men are afraid that women will laugh at them.

Women are afraid that men will kill them

~ Margaret Atwood

Confession:

Inside

she is laughing

at his wizened, flapping sword

Ever appreciative

it is not slashing, slicing, dividing

head from heart.

Confession:

Impalement is not a virtue in itself

ecstacy can take or leave it.

Confession:

She desires his desire,

not his possession.

 

poem- canada day children’s festival July 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:28 am
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Small voices

fill the sky with

red and white laughter

and waving maple leaves.

 

 

poem-laughter June 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:35 am
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You toddle over,

your two tooth grin wide.

When tapped

upon your button nose

you burst with

belly laughs.

.

.

I met Iona today.  Iona is little, and doesn’t speak yet, but she oozes personality!

 

micropoetry- joy April 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 pm
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Naked girl

giggling down the road

Babysitter chasing

with the bath towel.

Toddler joyfully

on the run.

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.

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I can still hear the giggles in memory, though the toddler in question is now 33 years old.  🙂

 

 
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