Mist drifts on snowy mountains,
slash piles burning:
molten eyes in a ghostly face
glowing above us
poem- heart on the wind November 17, 2013
A leaf on the drive way
A large golden heart
No trees nearby match its shape
It is a
a love letter
from the wind.
poem- hills aflame November 13, 2013
Through the blackness
glow scarlet gashes on the mountain
Drivers on the winding highway
sniff the smoke , entranced
by danger dancing above
.
.
It’s hard to keep your eyes on the road when the hills above you are blazing!
It’s also nerve-wracking for an asmatic to be anywhere near burning, controlled or not. (and we think this was controlled).
poem- the other place November 9, 2013
I’m making this up as I go along
You in the other place
Singing echoing off the walls
in an imaginary paradise.
You in the other place
Eden entwined between
sheets and dreams
making it up as we go along
poem- crow
Walking across the sky light
in hob nail boots
wings unfolding like black cape
Crow visits the bird house.
poem- angel November 7, 2013
Angel on a pin
en pointe on the point
solo, pas de deux, or en compagnie
Dance
poem- if November 5, 2013
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would greet her every day
with a heart heating hug
with a spine kindling kiss
with glowing eyes.
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would bid her sleeping form farewell
with grieving eyes
with cuddling kiss
with a heart felt hug
longing to remain.
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would harness his white horse
unsheath his sword,
charge down her demons,
She doesn’t see,
that he is her champion,
if he sees who she is
and stays to fight for her
when she’s not looking.
She doesn’t see,
that he loves her.
poem- on the edge November 2, 2013
On the knife edge of poetry
you perch,
your bloody feet poised to leap
into my soul.
poem- grey
Seven days
since you promised,
the grey cloak
over the hills
offers no warmth
for my wishful heart.
poem- fractured October 29, 2013
I know
you’re broken.
I see the fracture lines
behind your eyes
I feel the seepage
leaking from the crack in your soul.
I have
needle, thread
glue
and hope.
I’ll share.
Shawn L. Bird 