Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-tracing August 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:14 am
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I trace the lean lines of hardened calves,

lingering within the valleys of those rocky quads,

loosening the tension with gentle pressure against

each muscle bulwark of firing fuel..

After another 100k you’re salty sweet and taut.

I push knuckles deep into the tight pockets

of your lower back and listen for your groan,

prepare you for another ride.

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My husband is a long distance cyclist who rides about 500 km each week for fun. He is extraordinarily fit. 🙂  (If I had to ride 500 km a week, I’d call it torture, but that’s just me).

 

poem- touched August 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:58 am
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One finger tracing

One hand resting

Two hands kneading

Two arms embracing

Four lips brushing

I’m touched

 

poem-down August 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:31 pm
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I’m upside down

and it makes me dizzy

how so many years later

you can still do this to me.

I’m upside down

inside out and backwards

breathing like I’ve run a marathon

like you’ve decrypted my password.

I’m upside down

like I’m on a circus trapeze

another day with you, our love

is full of moments like these.

 

poem-coming home August 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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Leaving now

Drive safely

@ Olds

@ work

@ Golden

2:45 TO GO!

Sicamous! Count down to ravishing you!

21 mins………….

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^ Real texts, those. It makes for an unconventional love poem.  🙂 The best part about being away is coming home to the one you love and leaping into his arms!  I’ve been leaping enthusiastically into those arms for more than half my life.  ((((sigh))))  

 

poem-I do July 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:50 am
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Yes.

No.

Maybe so.

I love you, but

I love you,

but,

I love you, so

I will.

Do you?

I do.

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If this poem had a ‘gag reel’ it would include

I love your

butt

(cough)  But it doesn’t.  So pretend you didn’t read that.

Happy Anniversary #30 to my long-suffering man. 🙂

Five years ago, when this blog was only a couple of months old, I posted this anniversary thought, complete with sepia toned wedding photo… 

 

poem- late July 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:42 am
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Eleven forty-two

and I’m missing you

You said you’d be back between

eleven thirty and twelve o’clock

I hope you didn’t stop anywhere because it seems

The minutes are hours and I’m powerless

with longing.  I guess this means

I love you, even though now it’s

eleven fifty-two

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(Actually, he came through the door at 11:47, right on schedule.  Poetic license!)  🙂

 

poem- Thank you July 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:37 am
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Thank you

though you broke my heart into pieces

that never quite went back together the same way again,

Thank you.

You said I knew you better than anyone.  I floated on those words

hopeful they meant forever.

You knew and every word was true.

But knowing didn’t mean staying.

Knowing meant facing painful truths

Knowing didn’t erase you,

it released me.

Thank you.

 

haiku- longing July 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:41 pm
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When I think of you,

Longing rises in me like weeping.

This must be love

 

poem- streets June 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:32 am
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The streets are not the same

but they still echo with the memory

of our steps.

I still hear your laughter

as we held hands and ran through the rain.

Ever after, I hummed Neil Sedaka on that street

and contemplated surrealism.

Decades later,

I can still hear our laughter.

 

poem-glow June 2, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:58 pm
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Moon glow through our window

illuminates you, bestowing silver

ribbons upon your hills and valleys,

inviting me to stroll their glassy paths.

The moon insists on marking you

with her lunar kisses, and I will humour her,

for she is envious I share your pillow,

while she can only hold you from afar.