Shawn L. Bird

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poem-grey June 8, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 am
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The first day

my mother did not see

dawned grey and heavy

with dew.

But still the finch greeted me

with its joy at waking to

the new.

 

poem- fade June 2, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:48 pm
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Certainty sits in my throat while

rain weeps uneasy farewell

to the ambulance.

She will not fare well.

She is failing, fragile.

Rain washes tenuous existence

down the street in ripples

and rivulets.

It’s all downhill from here.

 

poem- seeing May 31, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:22 pm
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I see a new person now.

The years’ baggage-

so much bitterness and resentment-

has disappeared like lost luggage.

She stands at the Baggage Claim,

befuddled

then teeters down the hall,

oblivious to its loss.

This peaceful creature

is new.

There is no room to hold the past

against her.

 

poem-flick May 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:51 pm
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Strike the match;

light that candle;

defeat the dark.

Spark.
Sputter.

That tiny wick

won’t brighten

anyone’s despair.

Spark.
Sputter.

Little wicks are a waste of wax.

Candle melt-down.

Find a wick you can trim

For light that won’t dim.

 

 

poem- homunculi May 27, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:52 pm
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Oh, those little men,

stomping about.

Ranting!  Raving!

Poor persecuted poppets

lacking conscience and self-control.

“No! No! No!”

“Mine! Mine! Mine!”

Mothers roll their eyes,

send intractable toddlers

back to bed.

 

poem- around the world April 6, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:06 pm
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I’m on a site celebrating my adopted culture

when someone asks which of us were exchange students.

Suddenly there are 50 comments:

their years, their homes, their hosts.

Someone writes to me from Australia,

“We were there at the same time. I wonder if we met?”

Imagine that.

A virtual rendez-vous decades later.

A tiny marble, this globe; we can

almost hold it in our hands.

 

 

poem-falsifying March 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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Oh false friend!

Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,

warm sun embraces,

led to

short sleeves and picnic tables.

Today, an inch of new snow tops the table

and sky is full of malice,

tiny shards of ice,

stabbing the heart of spring.

Winter wins another round.

 

poem-Oh! What a beautiful sky! February 27, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:26 pm
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Look up!

Opalescent sky,

lavender pink kissed,

pearl shimmering;

sun setting behind pines,

blushing beauty,

dipping under mountains.

 

poem- lost February 18, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:58 am
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The tireless effort
wire wrapped embraces
stone heart.

She longs for something
someone who will repay
the tireless effort,

Some soul
to respond to her
wire wrapped embraces,

Anything to touch her,
to re-awaken her long
stone heart.

(another Cascade poem)

 

 

poem-disembodied February 12, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
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Trees are ghost outlines,

frost coated.

Far off, along the lake, the train

hoots a melancholy call.

My feet crunch on a path

that was soft yesterday.

I cannot see the sun,

but it is there.

Perhaps things will be brighter

tomorrow?

 

 

 
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