Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-leaps April 24, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:00 pm
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We’re at the precipice

You and I.

You’re in the harness,

tethered to a kite,

ready to leap.

I lean back from the edge,

Nervous of wings

Air currents,

carrying you away,

dropping you

where?

 

Mountains

Valleys

Tangling into trees,

I like safety

Side lines

You see

Sight lines

inclines

outlines

freedom.

You leap.

I wonder what will be

What all this means for me.

 

 

 

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poem- rebellious April 20, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:37 am
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It’s 4 20 on Poetry Friday.

Half my class is missing.

Are they taking the day off to celebrate

with a joint?

The rest of us are celebrating poetry,

writing to prompts, savouring

chocolate caramel cupcakes

and cheesecake brownies

(not THOSE kind of brownies).

We’re clean living poets,

saving rebellion

for after school.

.

#Napowrimo prompt today was “Rebellion”

 

haiku-still March 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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Diva Winter grips

her sequined white cloak. Clinging,

while we wish for Spring.

 

poem- breaking March 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:49 pm
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For Danielle, with love

.

Breaking heart

Taking future

Making mockery

I doubt the happy start,

wrapped in a painful ending,

rending all I believed,

feeling deceived

by the life we’d conceived.

Paths onward wending,

sending me,

setting me free.

Taking me,

creating me,

letting me

be,

Breaking past,

Taking a stance,

Making me dance.

 

 

 

 

 

poem- sheets February 11, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:54 pm
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The sheets are clean,

fresh outside,

brought in,

crisp newness,

start again.

Wait for you,

to dint the pillow,

breathe deeply in sleep,

inhale promise,

clean sheets.

 

poem-flying February 8, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:41 pm
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Fleance dreams of flight,

soaring on outstretching wings

into a moonlit night,

No day trips for him, he’s heard things

about flying too near the sun.

Day is for escape, for climbing,

Peaks ascending, journeys begun,

At sunset (it’s all about the timing)

he leaps into red glowing,

falls on moon rise

spreads his wings, catches winds flowing

embraces skies,

Wonders at all he does espy

and murmurs “Fly, Good Fleance! Fly!”

 

poem-interpretation February 6, 2018

The Lord of All Knowledge,

Gatekeeper of Truth,

says the poem means this.

Generations of readers bow

before this wisdom,

even though they don’t see it,

can’t believe it,

they just accept it.

When the poet reads

the critic’s piece,

she laughs and laughs

at the irony of such arrogant

assumptions!

Oh, student!

Good reader!

There are no errors

of interpretation in poetry!

Your experiences show you a meaning,

and if you can find lines to support,

your responses are just as valid as any critic’s.

(So the famous poet said to me,

and he should know).