Shawn L. Bird

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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.

.

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

.

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.

 

poem-the dog peeks out of the blankets November 26, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:20 am
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The alarm. Snooze hit five times.

The feet unsteady.

The eyes blur the room.

Shoulders ache.

Ankle twinge.

Tired. So tired.

A good day to stay inside.

Light a fire.

Bake something to take

pandemic weariness away,

But the mask is on

Happy face

the work day

awaits.

 

poem- Yay! It’s Friday! November 24, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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First thought upon waking–

elation.

With consciousness–

crash.

Tuesday.

.

Pandemic tension

daily trauma

viral hide and seek

Trench warfare,

wearing us down.

Dreaming of weekend leave,

Before the return to mud.

 

poem-listening November 21, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:11 pm
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Story time:

Lose yourself

Find yourselt

 

poem-heavenly November 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:00 pm
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It should be dark.

The sun is down.

Moon glow illuminates

a snow glazed world.

Silent night.

Holy light.

 

 
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