Shawn L. Bird

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poem-truth and dare March 15, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:02 pm
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Here is the true thing, my children.

It is dark outside.

There are beasts with teeth and claws,

prepared to rip and tear you into tiny bits.

Oh, yes, my children,

it is dark outside.

You must beware.

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But come, my children,

here is another true thing.

There is light outside.

It glows from windows and from hearts;

it pulls what’s apart, together, wrapping gleaming strands

of hope, that shimmer if you look just so.

See?

There in your heart, is a star!

Dare, my children, to shine.

It is dark outside.

You must

Be light.

 

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poem-light May 30, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 am
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You’re a beacon, baby

Oh yeah.

You flicker like a flame

and I come to you.

I’m a lost ship.

I’m a moth.

You’re a candle

when the power’s out.

You’re a flashlight

slicing through the night.

You’re a beacon, baby.

Bring me home.

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Hmm. Sounds like it wants to be a song, doesn’t it?

 

poem- golden October 19, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:33 am
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We wind through shadows

shimmering within touching distance of cloud,

and you appear,

golden valley

illuminated like a glimpse of heaven,

glistening beauty in the morning glow.

Shadows driven away,

by hope for this new day.

 

poem-blue January 16, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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Outside, in the twilight

the world is black and blue,

like a sun bleached wrapper,

yellows and reds leached away.

Just an old wrapper,

a ghost of its former brightness,

as is this day, lightness fading

blue.

 

poem-compassion December 3, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:46 am
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She said, compassion is a light.

It attracts those in darkness who then devour it.

Oh what a sad and bitter theory!

No.

Compassion is a fire that burns freely

and radiates warmth and comfort to those who draw near.

Fuel for compassion is love and contentment, which renews the fire regardless if anyone has gathered to enjoy the heat.

Compassion can not be taken, it can only be given;

it is the essence of its fuel.

No one who is truly compassionate can be bitter,

because bitterness is the antithesis to love and contentment.

 

poem- The Light Returns February 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 am
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Through mourning,

the light returns

brushing softly

touching tenderly

with morning.

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“The Light Returns” by Elaine Holmes
Charcoal on board 4X6 feet
From collection of J&S Bird

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We just hung this large, stunning drawing in our house.  Elaine Holmes is an artist and teaching colleague from down the road.  I fell in love with the piece at an exhibition in the Salmon Arm Arts Centre called “Dark Nights” 10 artists celebrating the solstice.  We’re delighted to own it!  It just asked for its own poem.  🙂

 

poem- sunrise July 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:41 am
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Look at that lovely pink sky.

Huh.

So that’s what a sunrise looks like.

Looks like it’s time

I went to bed.

 

 
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