Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- missed August 25, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:23 pm
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Your eyes glow

when you see me across the room.

It’s been a long time.

You’re still wearing your heart

on your arm.

Once again,

I feel appreciation for your admiration,

awkward it’s still unrequited.

Oh, the confusion of my youthful charms.

Thank you, for

reminding me

so sweetly

who I used to be.

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poem-ghost stop August 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:44 pm
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In my old neighbourhood

I stop at a light-controlled intersection

that didn’t used to be,

On the corner

I see a glimmer of a younger me

in my safety patrol vest,

the stop sign at my back,

waiting for the whistle to spring to action

decades ago.

 

poem- hockey night at our house April 20, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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I turn on the TV:
Hockey commentary.
I am ten again.
Dad’s in the family room.
Whooping
Groaning
Arguing with the ref.
I feel a rush of nostalgia.
Turn the channel.

 

poem- humming April 12, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 am
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I feel your humming.

Though you are far,

the vibrations of your present loss

reverberate.

I am humming

remembering you

near

nearer

nearest

wrapped around

my memories

squeezing like

a garbage compactor

humming

as it crushes

moments into

memories.

 

 

poem-sweater March 13, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:21 pm
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I found your cardigan

and held it close

searching for the sensation of your arms.

I gathered up the folds

and held it to my nose

searching for the scent of you.

You’ve been gone too long.

Instead of holding memories

Now

it’s just a sweater

you once wore.

 

 

poem-toothpaste love March 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:22 am
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This was your toothpaste.

The tube still holds the contours of your fist

the last squeeze you gave it.

I wrap my hand around

imagine your grip,

the skin on your hand like satin tissue

squeezing paste to scrub your teeth.

It is a long time before I can remove the lid

and squeeze the paste onto my own brush.

Remembering your hand

holding mine.

 

poem-laundry September 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:16 am
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She inhales a scent of memory

Old sweater that remembers the body it enfolded

Releasing comforting peace amid grief.

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Thinking of a character in a short story I’ve been crafting, today.

 

 
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