You drive away after a visit.
“He got his licence back!”
“That’s great for 101!”
“No! He’s 105 now!”
“and blind!”
Oh, dad.
Thanks for stopping by
to make me laugh
in dreams.
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.
Confessions July 7, 2017
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
Small voices
fill the sky with
red and white laughter
and waving maple leaves.
poem-laughter June 21, 2014
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
Naked girl
giggling down the road
Babysitter chasing
with the bath towel.
Toddler joyfully
on the run.
.
.
.
I can still hear the giggles in memory, though the toddler in question is now 33 years old. 🙂
Shawn L. Bird 