Shawn L. Bird

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poem- droning October 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:00 pm
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Through distant waves of consciousness,

I could hear the bagpipes.

I strained to identify the tune:

Something familiar, but not quite

recognizable.

When Malcolm was five,

he longed to play the pipes,

and listened blissfully to recordings

of pipe and drum corps.

At twenty-five, it seems doubtful

he’s returned to this youthful passion.

And still I hear the droning buzz

through bleary wakening,

until with a click,

he turns his razor off.

.

.

(true story)

 

poem- caterpillar September 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:08 am
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Day 1.

fuzzy explorer

leaving flower pot,

dessicated remains of summer

do not make much of

a feast.

.

Day 2.

fuzzy explorer

stretching from the flower pot

a little further today.

Oops.  No caterpillar,

just a fuzzy leaf, expanding

territory.  Even the weeds

abandon my garden.

.

.

Spotted the fuzz in the pot as I pulled out the drive way.  This is an example of where I ‘come up with poems.’  It’s also proof that perspectives on a situation change from day to day!

 

 
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