Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- hollow September 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:24 pm
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I can hoo-hoot in the empty rooms

a lost owl listening to an echo

where there used to be you.

 

poem-siren call September 3, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:21 pm
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It used to be

a howling ambulance

made me hold my breath

waiting to hear if it flew to you.

Now you’re past their aid,

so I send a blessing

to the stranger in need

and into the sky in memory

of you

 

poem-fuel August 29, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:59 pm
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Inspiration:

green mountain sides
blue skies
spruce scented air

Danger:

summer lightning
immolation
devastating beauty

Prescription:

diamonds dancing
mountain lake
water-bomber

Metaphor:

change
desire
this

 

Poem- Summer storm August 1, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 am
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This air is thick enough to drown in
Wading through your words
Lightning flashes in the hills like my
anxiety after the press conference.
Summer storm raging.
They announce back to school plans.
I’m watching the hills for forest fires,
fearing the burning.
Brief respite: rain splatters on the back deck,
before oppression descends again,
and our power goes out.

 

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.

 

 

 
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