Shawn L. Bird

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poem- yellow May 15, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
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The green gold glistens

in the spring light

waving languidly in the breeze

as if to greet friends

seen from a great distance.

 

poem-solemn April 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:57 pm
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Oh, how I miss your solemn eyes

Dark brown pools of devotion

and doggy wisdom.

Oh, when I stare into the

bright black buttons

of a puppy’s giddy newness,

I know how soon

he will have ancient wisdom,

and leave us, too.

 

 

 

poem- another chance April 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:12 pm
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It’s new again.

Baby love.

Cuteness overload.

I miss old, familiar love,

but this sweet face is balm

to a broken heart.

.

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Miniature poodle Mrang Such Outlandish Style (Kiltti) 13 weeks old.

Miniature poodle Mrang Such Outlandish Style (Kiltti) 13 weeks old.

 

Poem- GRATITUDE April 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 am
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It is lonely

Seeing ghosts of wagging tails

Dancing feet and twinkling eyes.

To remember joy made physical

Only because of my existence.

It is lonely

To catch the movements

From the corners of my eyes

Of furry bodies no longer present.

Grief is a hard, hard, hard burden.

But you,

Are lighter without the responsibility

Lighter with the freedom

Lighter  from the consequences.

Lighter with the isolation

That is not loneliness to you.

But oh,

It is to me,

And my heavy heart struggles

With this burden of grief.

Knowing you.  Knowing me.

Knowing the sacrifice you make

To bring some relief from grief,

To bring me a piece of joy again,

Wagging on the tip

of a tiny tail.

 

2016/04/08

 

poem-bouquet March 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:24 pm
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Bright blooms

suggest spring:

carefree days,

novelty,

Bright blooms

celebrate spring:

gratitude,

optimism.

Summer soon.

 

poem-seeds January 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:40 pm
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We are planted

with potentiality;

white blanketed rest bids us wait

until spring gives us the urge to rise

to skies and find our fate.

 

 

poem-circle December 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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The year is circling.

The light returns again.

Minute by minute

it’s a new dawn.

Loss is behind us

What’s coming is new,

so welcome beginnings

and good things for you.

 

 

 
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