Shawn L. Bird

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poem- changes September 28, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:36 am
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Trust is broken

Sunshine days form golden hues

Begin new season

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This is a Collom lune, a triplet poem with lines of 3, 5, 3 words.

 

poem- What wind brings September 20, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:47 pm
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What wind brings

Don’t wrap this silence in your memory

Gather the fallen

leaves

Your departure: a beginning.

Going means coming to understand

Summer wildfires

Sometimes ashes fall

Sometimes rains wash everything

away

Sometimes snow rises to the eaves

Don’t wrap this silence in your memory.

There’s something new on the breeze.

 

poem-less anxious September 16, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:40 pm
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Dark dusky sky

Gulls cry

Gliding by, wings wiping at air

Diving down to thieve

Thoughts of tomorrow

Wasting no worries

On what might not be.

 

Poem- Cold Comfort pantoum August 24, 2022

COLD COMFORT

(by Shawn Bird and the 2021 En 11-A class)

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Something burns on a winter night

I smell the smoke and see the fire

Reflections on the snow are bright

The dreams to which I aspire

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I smell the smoke and see the fire

What hopes linger in the dark

The dreams to which I aspire

Rise to the sky in flickering sparks

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What hopes linger in the dark

Cradling cocoa in my hands

Rise to the sky in flickering sparks

My heart longs to dance

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Cradling cocoa in my hands

Warm steam tickling my nose

My heart longs to dance

And waken my frost-bitten toes

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Warm steam tickling my nose

The family encircles the flames

And waken my frost-bitten toes

Relaxing after winter games

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The family encircles the flames

Reflections on the snow are bright

Relaxing after winter games

Something burns on a winter night

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A pantoum is written in quatrain stanzas with lines 2 and 4 of each stanza repeating as lines 1 and 3 of the subsequent stanza until the last stanza, which circles back to the beginning, with line 2 being line 3 of the first stanza and line 4 being the first line of the poem. There are no rhythm rules so line lengths can vary. It is amazing how impactful this repetition proves to be.

If you try it, do post a link to your pantoum in the comment section!

 

poem- Daddy’s sweater December 17, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:29 pm
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I am zipped up in Daddy’s green sweater.
Mom knitted, purled, cabled together
some semblance of love.
He wore it with joy almost every day,
telling all admirers how it was made with love.
It’s wrapped around me,
but it’s not his firm arms,
not his smell (which wasn’t peppermint
or aftershave, but just him),
not his whisper in my ears,
Love you so much.
How can another year have past
without him? How can a sweater
be both so full
and so bereft of him?

 

Crushed December 15, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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Beneath the rock slide
I lie gasping.
So many stones squashing
the life out of me,
Covid, isolation, tension,
anxiety in others,
illness, recent deaths,
responsibility, each a
pebble piled
until breathing seems
an impossibility.
Where is the safety crew
to clear the debris
so we can be well,
be free of despair,
be who we used
to be.

 

poem-Of elephant and blind men July 20, 2021

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:55 pm
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While you are shouting you’re right.

Check

who else is.

There’s always

more to

know.

 

Poem- left hanging April 23, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:59 pm
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Craft it up.
Send it out
Check it off.
The intentions were there,
But I’m staring at the screen
seeing blurs
realizing it’s dream-time.
My off-switch just flipped,
so this poem will be left unfinished
until my brain is back on-line.
Perhaps tomorrow some time?

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NaPoWriMo day 23. Shakespeare’s birthday! I was going to play with a sonnet for their response prompt. Perhaps another day!
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poem- storming April 7, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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you

dance

flinging

happiness

into a rain-buffed sky,

capturing melancholy hope.

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NaPoWriMo day 7. This is a FIB. A six line poem that follows the syllable count 1/1/2/3/7/5. Today’s prompt also included a ‘shadorma’ 3/5/3/3/7/5, but I will save that one for another day.

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poem-perspectives April 4, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
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NaPoWriMo.net prompt to use a photo from @SpaceLiminalBot’s feed for inspiration:

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It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?

Pandemic confusion.

I’m swimming in a world gone awry

looking for the ladder of escape

which way’s up?

 

 
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