We could just call them nocturnal birds
The same bouncing souring as swallows:
Dips,
Dives,
Digesting insects to equal their body weight.
Sleep away the day, just hanging out
Waiting for their night flight,
hand-sized chihuahuas in hang-gliders
amazing mosquito munching moves
Utility belts unnecessary to such cute, useful beasts.
Moon dancers wending wings
rising through summer skies.
Poem: Naah Na-na-na Na-na Na-na Bats, man! March 26, 2024
poem- Forest Walk February 9, 2024
Whispers through the pines make
promises of tomorrow
Rings inside fallen trees reveal
long history
This place, firmly locked in now, hints
of a future.
Inhale it all.
.
We are forest.
What is yet to come reaches
to the light,
Every year closer to the sky.
.
We also reach
time takes our bodies
earth bound,
embraced by roots,
part of the trees,
stretching for heavens,
becoming sweet air
on the breeze.
poem-new pen February 8, 2024
In my hand
. a tiny precision instrument
. words form on the page
I am part of history
. pen wielder
. word maker
. story spinner
Here in my hand the power
. to change the world
. through words.
.
.
.
Just added a Kaweco Liliput fountain pen to my collection. Tiny precision writing instrument in weighty stainless steel. It feels powerful despite its small size. What magic might it perform with me?
poem-cold memories January 16, 2024
When Pluto was a planet
You cleared your neighbourhood
Scooped all the negativity
Flung it to far reaches
You spun in yoru orbit
So well rounded.
We wanted to come along
But your journey is long
and oh, so cold.
Where you are looking
impacts what you see.
I’m looking at you.
You’re not looking at me.
Now Pluto’s a dwarf planetoid
because it doesn’t bring friends
on its journey,
like staying along is what a
far out, cold planet wants.
Remember when Pluto was a planet
and there was a we.
poem-winter steps January 14, 2024
The hearty souls maintain
their exercise programs
as the temperatures plummet.
–no bad weather
. only bad clothes!
They’ll walk with spike studded boots
. or snowshoes
They slide along on skis
minus five
minus ten
minus fifteen
minus twenty
minus twenty-five
minus thirty
Such dedicated athletes!
I am not so dedicated to fresh air.
I’m dancing in the living room
waving my arms around
sweatin’ to the oldies
getting in my daily steps
while watching warmly from my window
at those hearty cold souls.
poem- summer spectre November 15, 2022
The mountains are a
ghostly presence,
faint phantoms
looming above the lake,
wisps over white paint palette
there
not there
Winter hovers
over misty memories
of summer storms.
poem- This is just to say November 13, 2022
(with apologies to William Carlos Williams)
.
This is just to say
I have eaten
The last
of the tortilla chips
I know you
Were saving them
For a bedtime snack
But like you
they were salty
And so delicious.
How could I resist?
poem- changes September 28, 2022
Trust is broken
Sunshine days form golden hues
Begin new season
.
.
This is a Collom lune, a triplet poem with lines of 3, 5, 3 words.
poem- What wind brings September 20, 2022
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
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.
Shawn L. Bird 