Shawn L. Bird

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poem-time traveler November 1, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:10 am
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Boom box boy

bouncing to the smoke pit

announcing your existence-

loudly.

Stride on

Caught in a lost decade

I’m grateful as that music fades.

 

 

poem-right for you May 18, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:20 pm
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For Linda, and those Fluevog Heidi boots… 🙂

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Never felt right for me.

Sloppy here

Too tight there

Almost like they just weren’t meant to be.

Then you came along

singing those songs

inspiring me.

You made me laugh

A rough task when my brain is broken.

When we had a chance to meet

Your floral feet put right next to mine

The sky lit with possibility of

A perfect fit.

Almost as if I’d been meant to keep them safe for you

Almost as if they were waiting.

I’m waving those babies good-bye as you drive down the street.

I’m elated we had a chance to meet,

’cause those boots were plainly meant for your feet.

They’re meant for dancing to the beat

stomping on bad days,

striding places

where I was never going to take them.

I know it’s absolutely true:

Those boots were meant for you.

 

 

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!)

 

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 FrĂĽvous 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.

 

 

 
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