Shawn L. Bird

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poem- box of stars December 18, 2014

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:16 pm
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I open

an innocuous box

to find a starry sky,

music for the spheres,

time travel.

I open

an innocuous box

to find sparkling stars

that make me smile

remembering.

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and since the box contained the 25th Anniversary edition of The Interstellar Suite in Surround Sound (among many other lovely things), I should probably include a link to a 25 year old event that inspired a scene in Grace Awakening, shouldn’t I?  (Thanks Arlene for that awesome sparkly sky paper!)

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poem- belated gifts December 13, 2014

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:34 pm
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I heard you sent it

and it makes me smile

to know my mail box

will receive a gift

from the past.

When it arrives

I will float back in time,

swim in memories for a while,

then break the surface

to be thankful

for now.

 

video- likes authors October 26, 2014

Here’s a Moxy Früvous performance for those spouses whose loved ones always have a nose between pages…

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poem- night music August 25, 2014

I was the lone

talentless one

in a room of musicians.

As each took his place,

at his instrument

I turned on the cassette

recorder, determined

to capture the moment.

I collapsed onto

the couch, in

blurry eyed reverie

as the music tangled

in my brain, filled the

basement, bounced

off the ceiling tiles.

The pianist glanced

into my starry eyes

and grinned.

The others teased

between their strings,

but words fell away

in the fog of my euphoria.

His lips curled upwards

on one side

as his eyes twinkled at mine.

When he packed to go

I rewound the tape.

I heard the

mangled mess of a

damaged tape.

Devastated, I

blinked through

tearful eyes.

Everyone  laughed,

but he draped an

arm around my shoulders

and guided me up the stairs.

As his ride arrived

he whispered,

“Don’t worry.

I’ll make you

more music.”

And

he

did.

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(Is it any wonder I wrote a book about this? lol  Tonight, I had a flashback.  Thought I’d share.)

 

poem-lake music August 17, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:49 pm
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A Salmon Arm Roots & Blues Festival poem

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They’re dancing at the main stage

Melodies entwining in their hair

Pulses beating with the rhythm

of the musicians everywhere.

 

 

geek joke July 10, 2014

Filed under: fun — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:00 pm
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Bwa ha ha ha ha!  This totally cracks me up!  (Having played a theremin, and all)

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If this doesn’t make sense to you, here is  theremin virtuoso Clara Rockmore in action:

 

 

poem- time travelling July 6, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 pm
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For my eighteenth birthday

He wrote me a song.

Flutes and strings danced

in my honour,

a musical farewell,

recorded on cassette.

I filled the rest of the tape

with a treasury of captured moments:

His playing, my laughter,

melancholy dreams.

All synthesized on

The Lost Tape.

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Years of wondering where it went.

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Today.  My birthday

I picked up an empty cassette case,

and it was not empty.

The case showed my face,

listed harp tunes by me, but inside

not me:

Ancient history.

A birthday present

from eighteen year old me

to middle-aged me,

magnetic taped

memories,

for time-travelling.

..

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I feel inclined to add a photo, which I probably will remove later, so enjoy it while it’s here.  The composer of the song, compiler of the cassette, my grad escort.  Me at 18.  (I had just been swimming, excuse the hair). 😉

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