Shawn L. Bird

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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.

 

poem- horse light August 21, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:17 am
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Light is galloping across the hills

Glistening  roan, bay, and dun.

Splotches of palomino and skewbald

reflect the canter of the clouds

across the sun.

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©2012 Michael Russell Used with permission.  If you love this image, you should check out Michael’s gallery!

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The light was so fantastic above Kalamalka Lake on the drive home today.  I wish I’d had a camera to capture the long light, and gleaming fields of gold, russet, and brown above the lake!  Words will have to do, though Michael Russell’s beautiful photo will give you an idea of the hills and the cantering clouds, at least!

 

poem-star dust July 23, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:51 am
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I wish upon you

like a star.

I find you–

a hot rock cooling

in the field, enveloped in

tendrils of mist.

I turn and tumble

you in my mind

Transform you into

a perfect talisman,

hold you in my pocket

roll you in my palm-

a star to wish upon

for stars are only

burning rocks,

and we are all

stardust.

I  hang you

in the heavens

to glow.

I wish upon

the wonder

that is you.

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light June 13, 2012

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:52 pm
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I had modified a round plastic lamp shade into a bowl by putting a couple pieces of tape across the hole at the bottom.  It was sitting out where it had just served as a draw bucket for a game of charades with my drama class.

We were waiting for the bell.  Rylee picked up the lamp shade and set it on his head.

Justin looked up and said, “Hey Rylee, feeling a little light headed?”

 

 
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