Your touch
peels off the layers
and leaves me new.
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.
(This is a sunburn poem, but don’t tell anyone. It sounds so much more romantic if you don’t know!)
poem-dust December 10, 2014
Yesterday
this was everything.
Novelty exploded
and now we’re only
dust.
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(Oh, those poor children. When you’re 14, everything is hyperbolic)
poem-considerations September 20, 2014
Between you and me,
there is respect,
and respect has room
for secrets.
But let there be
no lies
between you and me,
for what lies
between us
is going to be
growing
timelessly.
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Another #Outlander poem.
Re: ch 15
(I confess, I missed this speech in ep 107. I trust it will show up eventually).
poem- alteration May 21, 2014
It begins
in awe
a stunned staring
with a grin that expands
from mouth to feet
’til even toes are smiling
with delight.
It grows
in time
as kindly sharing
expands experience
from then to now
’til familiarity leads
to comfort.
It rests
in fondness
warm embraces
transcending miles and
knowing paths will cross
again.
poem- opportunity May 16, 2014
You need imagination
to grab opportunities.
You have to be open
to the unfamiliar.
You have to trust that
something new could be great
and that all learning
has worth.
You have to be willing
to be out of your comfort zone
to have faith in yourself
~alone~
that every experience
will enrich you.
You have to accept opportunities
to empower your imagination.
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”
Risk for writers: “If it doesn’t kill me, it’ll make a great story!”
As teachers we wonder why our students don’t grab at the amazing opportunities that are available to them. I was just pondering this today.
Shawn L. Bird 