Shawn L. Bird

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poem-special delivery August 31, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:14 pm
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Two raw hazelnuts on the back deck.
Delivery from a rat? a squirrel? a passing crow?
I guess that’s something we’ll never know.

 

poem-fuel August 29, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:59 pm
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Inspiration:

green mountain sides
blue skies
spruce scented air

Danger:

summer lightning
immolation
devastating beauty

Prescription:

diamonds dancing
mountain lake
water-bomber

Metaphor:

change
desire
this

 

poem- In the world beyond my windows May 1, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:57 pm
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The White Crowned sparrows fill

the yard; they butt striped heads at

the feeders, but they sing for their supper.

The sky is brilliant blue,

clouds hover around the edges of my sight, fringing

the hills.

Mount Ida is still white-capped,

the fire-dead splinters bristle through

the snow line above

a carpet of spruce and fir.  Across

the street someone has left

a painted rock beside

the mailbox; we’ve all earned its

purple heart.

Bursting buds,

New green leaves on spring awakened

trees.

The House Finch in

the blue spruce announces his

new family, but warbles his warning,

No visitors allowed!

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This is a list poem. Sometimes they are numbered, though this one isn’t, obviously.  🙂  I don’t think I’ve seen one with enjambment like I’ve used here, but hey, it’s my poem. What good is a poetic licence if you don’t take advantage?

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poem-Oh! What a beautiful sky! February 27, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:26 pm
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Look up!

Opalescent sky,

lavender pink kissed,

pearl shimmering;

sun setting behind pines,

blushing beauty,

dipping under mountains.

 

poem-sun dreams August 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 pm
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Out the smallest window

verdant velvet valleys glisten green,

fold under blue grey hills

beneath a sky without a touch of cloud.

Today dew settles on leaves and reflects

the illumination of heaven.

 

poem- modern inconvenience July 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 pm
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The panorama of lake and hills

lies peacefully before me.

The  susurration of wind

the patter of rain on

leaves and pine needles

is mountain music.

Heaven on earth

marred by

that incessant RV A/C.*

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*Recreational Vehicle Air Conditioning

 

OMG it just turned off!   (and the very next minute the music started.  Sigh).

 

poem- greeting May 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:31 pm
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So welcome are you

the eagle soars to your window

and grebes dance across the water,

all eager to hear your

words on the lake.

 

poem- marmot love May 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:15 pm
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Along the road

the marmots sit on their haunches

beautiful fur coats

glistening shades of light and dark.

They sit, admiring the view,

enjoying the sun,

sharing chirping whistles while

watching the antics of the tourists:

Canada Geese in town

for a romantic vacation.

Two marmots crane their necks

to watch the blue heron

high-stepping in the marsh

and cuddle next to one another;

Marmot-ly loving

on their porch

watching the world go by.

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Marmots are pudgy rodents, about 20″ long, and prone to curious investigation.  They kind of look like beavers, but with a bushy squirrel tail.  There is a colony living in the ditch along the TransCanada Hwy at Canoe, BC that I pass every day.  They are very cute.  If you disturb them, they whistle warnings to one another.  They’re pests, because they dig, but they don’t seem to annoy anyone where they’re at right now (a few years), so hopefully they’ll be allowed to stay.  They’re quite entertaining. Yesterday one rose up on his haunches to balance on his back legs like a pudgy little man as I drove by, and made me laugh out loud.  

Here’s a nice photo of one: http://www.cascadesgallery.com/image.php?set=9&id=2

 

 

poem- quilted drive April 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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I drive a lime aphid

along a grey ribbon,

through rippling hills

and valleys of

green velvet

along teal satin waters

beneath a blue silk sky

dusted with tufts of batting fluff.

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(The aphid is actually a Beetle, but the colour is right). 😉

 

poem-duck advice April 10, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:40 am
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Duck:

observe the legato ease of

geese relaxing in their Vs,

or eagles, reaching out their sides

to slice the skies,

even the tiny wren flies

from tree to tree efficiently,

but you,

you flap

over-happily

like a rattlepated,

frenzied drunk,

Duck.

 

 
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