Shawn L. Bird

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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?

 

poem- Poetic Ballet March 7, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:51 am
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Our words

are legacy.

Our hopes, fears, and

dreams pirouette on pages

They jeté into hearts and minds

even after we’ve returned

Á terre.

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(In memory of poet Patrick Lane who left us one year ago today. A lesson I learned from him, “Use specificity in your poems. Don’t just dance, tango!”).

 

poem-behind the masks December 11, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:56 pm
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in the story I read

every family was the same

and every person took off their mask

of sameness at the end of the day.

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in the story we’re living

every family’s struggle’s different

we put on our masks each day

to save each other

 

poem-digging a trench December 9, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:27 am
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This is not the year

for adventurous rambling

for party-down fun

for braving new experiences

for exploring new ideas

This is the year

for settling in

for warming up

for holding close

for safe hidey holes from which

to weather the barrage.

 

poem- like ducks December 7, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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On the outside:

calm, controlled, confident.

Beneath the surface:

quivering, quaking, confused.

How many stress-based illnesses

tension fueled troubles

surface in our bodies and minds?

How hard do we fight

to carry on?

 

poem-heavy December 4, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:23 am
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What is this woodblock in my chest
beyond kilos and pounds to tons (or tonnes)?
Quivering, it vibrates my spine,
my foggy head,
all’s aching weight,
anguish and dread.

 

poem-ribbon December 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:09 am
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Tonight’s sunset

is a thin strip of pink ribbon

in a vast blue sky

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One wispy cloud

reflects the fading sun:

a sliver of bright beauty

to stab devouring darkness.

 

poem- pandemic life December 2, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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It is a wearisome year

Each new day weighs heavier

than yesterday.

 

 
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