Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- picking light August 30, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:10 pm
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For Jordie

 

She sees it on the floor

reaches for the white spot:

light.

Three times the lights calls her.

Three times she reaches.

Three times she rolls her eyes.

She doesn’t need to pick up light,

it already glows within her,

touches everyone she knows.

Her light is kindness;

it’s overflowing,

and dripping on her floor.

 

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: a star!

Dare, my children, to shine.

It is dark outside.

You must

Be light.

 

 

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.

 

poem- dark road March 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:59 pm
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When the road is dark

illuminated only be the narrowest of beams

look above to the sparkling canopy of stars

and ahead to the distance glow

and know

illumination is out there.

 

poem- candle December 12, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:32 pm
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In Finland,

a single candle in the window

is the Christmas light.

In graveyards,

candles illuminate gravestones

through the dark winter days:

a haunting reminder

of life lights extinguished,

better than buried plastic flowers

in the moonlit snow.

Light dances like a living soul

in windows and on graves.

Single points of light,

simple festivity,

Christmas celebration

far away.

.

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Missing my Finnish host families and friends tonight, but remembering them with a candle in my window.

 

 
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