Shawn L. Bird

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poem- storming April 7, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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into a rain-buffed sky,

capturing melancholy hope.



NaPoWriMo day 7. This is a FIB. A six line poem that follows the syllable count 1/1/2/3/7/5. Today’s prompt also included a ‘shadorma’ 3/5/3/3/7/5, but I will save that one for another day.






poem-perspectives April 4, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
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It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?

Pandemic confusion.

I’m swimming in a world gone awry

looking for the ladder of escape

which way’s up?


poem-Listen Carefully-paint chip poetry April 3, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:13 pm
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Today’s prompt from involves making a universal deck of 100 words and then drawing a couple of words. I don’t have time or inclination to do that, but I do have this lovely Paint Chip Poetry kit, and that seems to suit the spirit of the prompt.

I received my Paint Chip Poetry kit from my Writerly Kit Subscription Box, a fun box of writerly inspiration that arrives in my mailbox ever couple of months. I’ve even been a feature writer for the kit, which was an honour.



Lunar bramble

lap swim

grizzly gargoyle

penny… tea leaves…

marachino heartbeat

baby sweater

tickled pink.

May be an image of indoor and text that says "Paint LISTEN CAREFULLY Poetry Prompt maraschino heartbeat baby sweater tickledpink"

I quite like how there’s a whole story unfolding in this one! It reminds me of this family legend:
A gypsy told my paternal grandmother that she would have a grand-daughter. Since Dad’s wife at the time couldn’t have kids, and they’d adopted 3 boys, it was thought impossible. But Dad had a second wife, and when my grandmother was 86, she got to hold me! She died the following year.




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poem-Not That Road April 2, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:10 pm
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That way lies madness, dear.

Keep your eyes on the path you chose.

What might have been?

What could have been?

All dangerous conjecture.

Embrace today.

Celebrate this self, right here.

Right now.

Embrace what is.



.NaPoWriMo Day 2 The official prompt from today: Explore your own “Road not Taken”



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poem- see love April 23, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 am
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As these lines came into my head, they came on a suspiciously familiar tune, so I think of these as song lyrics, and I will have to see if my harp and I can turn them into a song at some point.  In the meantime, they’re a poem.  (I wouldn’t hold your breath for the music, just so you know).


You don’t look.

You don’t see.

You don’t hear.

You don’t speak

words she needs you to speak.

You’re not listening

when her heart weeps.

You don’t hear.

You don’t hear!

Please come here.

You must look.

You must see

what she’s trying desperately

to help you see.

You must hear

how she’s struggling with her fears.

You must speak,

whisper love,

for that’s all she truly seeks.







poem-spring snow April 22, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:47 pm
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This April snow

fills the air with pink petals and

scents the sky with spring.


. prompt for today, Earth Day, April 22 to write a pastoral poem, one about nature.


poem- NaPoWriMo- I know April 20, 2015

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:54 pm
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I know


snapped pieces

knitting together

painful steps

I know


echoes of memory

wishing toward tomorrow

wanting it to be.

I know


dreams bouncing

around halls and walls

I know.



Today’s prompt was to write ‘what you know.’


poem- NaPoWriMo- Rush & Hurry April 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:57 pm
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Today’s prompt in honour of the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere is a poem on a theme of rush and hurry.

(and today I was delighted to discover I am the Day 18 featured poet for yesterday’s social media poem.  How lovely!)



When it’s true

there’s all the time in the world.

Slow down.


They say

“Marry in haste, repent in leisure.”


I remember seven months

when time stood still

and you were the air I breathed.


In haste, married,

then filled a house with babies.

Now they’re gone, but you’re still here

Our leisurely repentance

is luxurious reward for our haste.



Happy 30th engagement anniversary to my love. (4 months after meeting and 3 months to the wedding!)


poem- social media found poem April 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:10 pm
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Today’s prompt is to create a poem from social media

So here is a found poem created from snippets of 15 current statuses of people on my Facebook feed (in order):



It was never your destiny to take the easy or quiet route through life.

Home, sweet sweet HOME.

I’m in the same room 

fixed up all nice today

Are there any 5 year olds out there?

You never go to the cupboard and find the bottles empty.

My mom surprised me

You can’t really hate on suffragists and true feminists

Luckily for horses

They featured me in the news letter

People wonder

I’m a mixed metaphor

(must shower)

literary treasure.

Best damn car chase I’ve ever seen!


With thanks to (in order) Ursula, Andrea, Jodi, Paige, Joei, Carol, Kowan, Desi, JM, Ben, Krystal, Jodi (again!), Diana, Sylvia, and Blu.

8 writers, 2 musicians, 5 former students.

Jodi’s line was “I’m in the same room as Dougal McKenzie! (And he’s wearing a kilt.)”  We’re totally jealous! 😉  (Except maybe Diana.  She’s probably over it by now).


poem- Outlander terzanelle- time April 16, 2015

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,poem — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:40 pm
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She falls through time

he’s everywhere

assumes a crime.

She’s gone to where

her heart finds home;

leaving  despair

he waits by stones

then moves along,

lost while she roams.

New life, new song

Heart home, the past

She learns she’s strong

her love slips from her grasp

tears her  in agony

The question must be asked

Is it him, or is it me?

For this is destiny

A journey through time

to find her love sublime.

Today’s prompt is to write a terzanelle: a cross between a villanelle and a terza rima.  I chose to write on Outlander, a little awkwardly! lol  But I only have half an hour to spare for this, so don’t be too demanding.  😉  The rhyme scheme is

fAFA or fFAA.


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