Shawn L. Bird

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poem-getting there April 30, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:20 am
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It’s easy to find.

You know where the old RCMP station was?
No? Well. So.

You go straight up the hill from there.
Turn left where the McGuires lived

Until what they used to call Riflerange Rd
No idea what they call it now.

Keep going until that house that used to
have a hair salon in the basement

Our place used to be a B and B.
You’ll see, we have a great view

We’re eagerly waiting for you!

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NaPoWriMo Prompt 30 was to write a poem giving directions. I used the style of direction giving most heard in Salmon Arm, where I live. All the old timers give directions based on where things used to be or what they used to be called. The re-naming (numbering) of streets, some 40 years ago has not sat well!

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poem-outside April 29, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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(Napowrimo day 29 is about describing a scene out a window, but this morning I was standing in a doorway observing, so I’ll use that moment).

This morning outside my door,

cacophony of small birds

catcalling to the universe:

Oooh baby! Look at me!

Our place! Get away!

Twittering spring tumult

screeches and titters.

The world persists,

though you have ceased.

 

poem- are you singing now? April 27, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm
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in the end

you had to sing the hymns in your head

fill your mind with the music

that could not escape

in the end

she held your hand

entwined your fingers

listened to your last breath

in the end

angels embraced you

brought you into their choirloft

and left us all bereft,

at your beginning.

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NaPoWriMo Day 27.
A bit of an elegy. This April has been full of poems of grieving. *Another* dear one died yesterday. (5 precious souls lost to us in 10 mos, 3 in April alone!) His glorious voice is now raised with the angels, but oh how we will miss it here on Earth. RIP Randy
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poem-carvings April 26, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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Outside my window: blue sky, new green.

Promise and potential

A future of fecundity.

Inside my heart: fog, ice

You are gone

The planet is too joyful

for such a day.

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NaPoWriMo Day 26.
The prompt today was for a humorous parody, but as I received the news of the death of another dear person in my life this weekend, humour is not on my mind. 4 great losses in 10 months. What a wearisome year this has been.
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poem- weekend April 24, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:30 pm
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Daily countdown

Five days

Four days

Three days (Hump day!)

Two days!

Six hours!

Four hours!

Two hours!

Home at last

Collapse

Sleep ten hours

Twelve hours.

Fourteen hours.

Early to bed.

Sunday- recovery!

Look around

enjoy the sun

deal with chores

Early to bed

Ten hours

’til it starts again.

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NaPoWriMo day 24. Has anyone found themselve just completely exhausted over the last year? Between brain injury recovery, three family deaths, and the stress of increase in Covid cases and dangerous variants (and positive cases in kids within the local school system…) I don’t think I’ve ever had as hard a year. How about you?

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Poem- left hanging April 23, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:59 pm
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Craft it up.
Send it out
Check it off.
The intentions were there,
But I’m staring at the screen
seeing blurs
realizing it’s dream-time.
My off-switch just flipped,
so this poem will be left unfinished
until my brain is back on-line.
Perhaps tomorrow some time?

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NaPoWriMo day 23. Shakespeare’s birthday! I was going to play with a sonnet for their response prompt. Perhaps another day!
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poem-budding April 22, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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Outside the window
new green
We walk by in masks
waiting for vaccine

Spring is a time
for hope
Another year on a
slippery slope.

Daffodils bursting
from the soil
Politics and a pandemic
embroiled

Breathe.
Take care.
We’re almost
there.

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NaPoWriMo Day 22 A little contrast between the hope of spring and the stress of rising numbers of infected folks, including a friend.
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poem-double words April 21, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 21 was to use repetition modelled after http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2008/11/there_was_a_man_of_double_deed.html.


There was a girl who spoke the words
That wrapped the world, but went unheard

When the girl began to dream
T’was like the universal scheme

When the scheming came to naught
T’was like a void that time forgot

When the void it opened wide
T’was like a cave with home inside

When home called loudly, she went in
T’was like relief flooding within.

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poem-sijo April 20, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Day 20 NapoWriMo prompt is the sijo, a Korean form. It’s a triplet with lines of 14-16 syllables, each divided. Conflict, development, resolution with a twist.

The school bell rings; kids enter one by one, masked, alone in the crowd.

They ignore the rule to space themselves out, clamouring for comfort.

Teens want to crush close together, as they stare at their phones.

 

poem-slowing April 19, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:05 pm
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sloth life

this

my foggy

brain

creep

dull walk

sleepy

move

like I’m

still.

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Day 19? NaPoWriMo I don’t know the prompt. Too tired to look. I think I’ve missed some days. I am so tired. Trying to keep it together.

 

 
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