Your morning eyes
still full of night
fall on me
soft as sunrise.
poem- dark January 15, 2015
“A man like Matthew never frees himself of the shadows completely, but perhaps it is necessary to embrace the darkness in order to love him.”
~Deb Harkness in Shadow of Night
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He thinks that he is so hard to love
he polishes his prickles
scours his scowls
brushes those glowering brows
as if this gruff front will keep his heart whole,
and impervious to the heat of a warm embrace.
But she wears fireproof gloves,
confronts him with frankness,
and forces him to face his fears.
She wraps his arms around her and
shows him his image in the mirror of her love.
poem- dust December 25, 2014
The mantle piece is gathering dust,
as are other ledges,too
The strings are dusty on the harp
the soundboard’s dusty, true.
The floors could use a washing.
Windows want a spotless view,
But what I lack in house keeping
I make up in love for you.
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(Someone is vacuuming and washing floors before we leave for Christmas dinner, causing stress to poodles. Hint: it isn’t me).
poem- That was all December 21, 2014
When she reached
and found
That was all
there was.
When she stretched
and discovered
That was all
she was
When she trusted
and loved
That was all
you were
poem- belated gifts December 13, 2014
I heard you sent it
and it makes me smile
to know my mail box
will receive a gift
from the past.
When it arrives
I will float back in time,
swim in memories for a while,
then break the surface
to be thankful
for now.
poem- Christmas Lights 2 December 12, 2014
I only have to say
Here’s a problem,
can you solve it?
And next time I turn around
You have illuminated
my world.
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poem-wrapped December 5, 2014
She was wrapped up in herself
and he had a bad rap
But they were enraptured
and joys they unwrapped.
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Some wordplay this afternoon, just for you!
poem- I was sure December 3, 2014
I am sure
I told them
We are sure
Yes, we are young
We told them.
Yes, it’s been fast,
But the college is small
and we get to know people
quickly. We’ve seen each other
ten hours a day for months.
We didn’t tell them
about the ice cold walks,
holding mittened hands,
the tears,
the dreams.
We held those to ourselves.
Well, they said,
If you’re sure.
So we said I do
and I do, too
And we leapt off
a precipice
together.
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This is the 30th anniversary of the day I met my dear man. By the summer we were married, and still are
falling.
poem-crept December 2, 2014
Quiet crept
through rustling leaves,
soft snowfall.
Quiet crept
through murmurs heard
under our hearts.
Quiet crept
through gentle touches
sweet sighs.
Quiet crept
through me
to you.
poem- confidence November 27, 2014
There is security,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
needs to be done
will be done,
without me having to ask.
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There is gratitude,,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
I need
will be met,
without argument.
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There is peace,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
happens, I can trust you,
to be there.
Shawn L. Bird 