Shawn L. Bird

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poem-getting there April 30, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:20 am
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It’s easy to find.

You know where the old RCMP station was?
No? Well. So.

You go straight up the hill from there.
Turn left where the McGuires lived

Until what they used to call Riflerange Rd
No idea what they call it now.

Keep going until that house that used to
have a hair salon in the basement

Our place used to be a B and B.
You’ll see, we have a great view

We’re eagerly waiting for you!

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NaPoWriMo Prompt 30 was to write a poem giving directions. I used the style of direction giving most heard in Salmon Arm, where I live. All the old timers give directions based on where things used to be or what they used to be called. The re-naming (numbering) of streets, some 40 years ago has not sat well!

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poem- obliviously December 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 am
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Max and Jenn were in our grade eight classes

and our grade nine classes,

but then, they were not.

Where are they? asked the teachers.

Whispers replied to one another in the back rows,

I saw them outside The Royal Anne.

They’re turning tricks.  Doing drugs.

We blinked at one another that our peers

would make such choices,

muttered, How terrible.

We slowed down our lives to peer into the

accident scene of their lives

from a safe distance,

but did any of us go downtown,

and offer them a different option?

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This is a forty-year old memory.  Where are they now, I wonder?

 

poem- quiet voices July 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:34 pm
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I didn’t hear you

and you slipped past

your whispers only faint murmurs on the wind

less than the burbling susurrus of the river.

I heard shrieks and giggles,

running feet and splashing laughter;

I didn’t hear you.

 

 
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