Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- hollows July 20, 2014

I wait

in the hollow place

for you

You happily celebrate

the concavities

but appreciate

the complexities

of the convexities.

In hollow places

grace erases traces

of solemnity and

embraces totality,

while

I wait

for you.

 

 

poem- triage July 19, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:42 pm
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Are you breathing?

Are you beating?

Are you bleeding?

Are you broken?

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Breathless

Heart pounding

Blood surging

In pieces

.

Do they

hospitalize

for

Love?

 

 

poem-handsome July 17, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:48 pm
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G r e e n    e y e s,

h o l d   m y    h e a r t

t i g h t l y   a g a i n s t   y o u r s ;

l e t   t h e i r   c o m b i n e d   r h y t h m

~ s y n c o p a t e d    m e m o r i e s ~

d a n c e   i n   o u r

e m b r a c e .

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Happy Anniversary, handsome.  Sam Heughan has nothing on you.

 

poem-trysts July 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Reading — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:45 am
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In quiet corners

obsession lingers

eyes stuck tight

while passion flames.

Wrapped in arms,

stroked, caressed,

paper thin

each moment savoured

with lingering longings

until with sighs,

the last

page is turned.

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(Always so sad when a great book comes to an end)

 

poem-tolls July 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:16 pm
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He pays the toll

peck east

peck west

She’s the vehicle for

this journey

over-heavy for the road

burdened by billboards

Her engine rattles,

clanks,

thuds

down the road.

The convoy carries on

taking

a toll.

 

poem-dawn

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:03 am
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Morning

doesn’t come until

she gets here.

 

poem- dancing July 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:23 am
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She wouldn’t dance.

But still

he spun her in circles

twisted her arms

flipped her over

spun her again

’til she was dizzy.

And yet

she wouldn’t dance.

 

poem-bursting July 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:18 am
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Yesterday

she was a closed bud

Today

she’s burst into pink frills

dusted with yellow

streaked with purple.

Tomorrow

she may fade

but today

she is a glory.

 

poem-silence July 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:35 am
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She fills the sky

with a rainfall of words,

a hurricane of syllables,

a thundering       of sentences.

She brews                     a storm,

but he stands impermeable

in silent eloquence

amid her eye.

 

poem-timeless July 10, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:04 pm
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On this

summer                 day,

lost                in you,

I see no end.

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This poem is my 1500th post! 🙂

There are a few ways to read this one, each painting a slightly different picture.