Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-taped December 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:25 pm
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Once upon a time

you sent me cassette tapes in the mail,

one sided conversations taped in the car

on your commute to the radio station,

elucidating the state of our universe

and illuminating that eternity

I was so fond of,

while people glanced from their vehicles,

confused or amused as you talked to yourself

but really me.

Once upon a time,

I talked to you,

but really myself,

elucidating the state of an imaginary universe

that would not become real,

no matter how many words wrapped around it,

or how many miles of magnetic tape professed it.

Once upon a time

we shared a fairy tale,

and when I listen to us now, I wonder that we ever believed

in the intensity of the narrative we told ourselves.

 

poem- bangles December 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:05 pm
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When you gave me these bangles,

(artisan made, grown-up gift for the babysitter)

you oozed confidence, security, achievement.

In your warm brown house with its plush carpet, modern art,

and dishes spun on a pottery wheel,

you were cozy cool, the perfect mom in the perfect family:

professional husband, professional mom, two cute kids.

You had it all together.

But everything dissolved,

first family to divorce,

then your mind to madness,

finally your body to cancer.

Now you are dust, and the memory of you chimes

on my wrist in tarnished bronze and copper bangles,

and jingles, “Celebrate now, for who know what the future brings?”

 

poem-new day again November 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:19 pm
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Every day you approach the computer

“What are we doing again?”  I show you where to see the assignment.  I review the expectations, the objectives, the criteria.

“Oh!  Okay!  I get it!” you say, and set to work.

The next day, we do it again.

Today you stare at me with blank, hollow eyes.

“I don’t get it,” you say.

Everyone else is busily working.  You’ve been absent.  When you come, you have to study for a test in another subject.  Or see the counselor.  Or help your friend.  In fourteen hours of research time, you’ve been here for eight.  Do you have anything to show for the time?  Others have the list of the websites they consulted, pages of notes, excitement over how they’ll turn research into a presentation next week.

You have confusion.

The same confusion from the first day. Repeated again.  Some days we can help you.  Some days you are confident and productive.

But nothing stays in your memory more than an hour.

Other days you are sullen and oppositional, because you’re sure  you’ve never seen this before, and you’re angry about it.

“This is stupid.”

What more can I do? I ask.  They tell me your parents refuse to have you tested.  They don’t want you to have a label, so we don’t know if this is a cognitive impairment, learning disability, or the results of drug use or a sports injury.  A label comes with funding to give you the additional support you plainly need.  Keep repeating expectations.  Keep explaining the criteria.  I agree.  This is stupid.

The course is almost over and you return each day to week one,  living a personal Groundhog Day loop,

and no one knows how to pull you out.

 

poem- addressing memories November 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 am
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Turning pages in the address book

cross a line across another entry.

Turning pages

studying the names crossed out

A memorial of friends and family gone

Greetings sent in murmured prayers

to rest in peace.

 

poem- I’ll remember October 7, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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There’s a string around my finger.

The groceries are bought.

The mail is collected.

The birthday cards are mailed.

The appointments are made.

The kids are picked up.

Nothing’s forgotten.

There’s a string ’round my finger

for remembering you.

 

 

poem- embracing fireworks September 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:48 am
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When you wrapped me in that warm embrace

fireworks exploded in my brain

red and purple stars shot from my head and lit the room.

Incandescent memories are the after image

of our fragmentary connection.

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A couple of days ago, I wrote about another lost poem.  I’m happy to say that poem was found!  This is it!  A glance at a picture sparked the memory, and it came back!  It’s not quite as it was, since the 3rd/final line of the original didn’t return, but I am satisfied with the cinquain it became. 🙂

 

poem-echoes August 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
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I walk on roads I knew.

Familiar houses I name as I pass:

Janet’s house,

Marcie’s house,

Sandy’s house,

Cathy’s house,

Ayesha’s house,

Annette’s house.

I catch glimpses of them playing in their front yards

or waving from their windows,

Though they have not been children for decades.

Their spectral selves run along the sidewalks

and fill the twilight with lost laughter.

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It’s eerie visiting in my old neighbourhood.  I can actually see my childhood friends out of the corners of my eyes, but when I look, they’ve vanished.  Have you had this experience?

 

poem-sculpting August 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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I’m sculpting an image of you

molding and twisting clay into your likeness.

You emerge from mud as a miniature relief

and I sigh that I remember your face at all.

I’m sculpting you, creating who I wish you were

You emerge determined to be yourself,

no matter my intentions.

In the end, clay is inadequate for both of us.

 

poem-dedicated July 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:08 am
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This is for you

across miles

words

music

a message to the masses

A heart hung on electrical wires

or floating on the wifi waves

thinking of you.

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Thinking about these memories.

 

poem- string June 25, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:44 pm
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I’m stringing together words

connecting us like beads

winding threads

capturing beauty that flashes in the light

I’m stringing us tightly together

knotting now so we can

recreate this moment

when we fear we are unravelling.