Shawn L. Bird

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poem- streets June 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:32 am
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The streets are not the same

but they still echo with the memory

of our steps.

I still hear your laughter

as we held hands and ran through the rain.

Ever after, I hummed Neil Sedaka on that street

and contemplated surrealism.

Decades later,

I can still hear our laughter.

 

poem- swing May 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:50 am
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In the photograph, you are on a swing in city park,

the yellow paint on the support bar is worn and flaking,

you grip the chain, suspended on the tiny rubber seat

your tall man body mashed.

You’re smirking so wide your dimple dances with the light in your eyes

Our first French kiss lingered in the air,

as our future flashed fireworks over your head.

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This photo sits on my desk, and makes me smile every day.

 

poem-then love April 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:24 am
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I told you

I’d love you forever

You told me you loved me

and we’d be friends forever.

I meant every deluded nuance.

You figured optimism works out

but you also said you couldn’t answer

to what would happen if I snuck into your room

and you woke to my face hovering above you.

That intriguing notion made me giggle at the joke.

But you kept your door locked, just in case.

Did you hear the door knob rattle?

Then the plane took off,

without me hiding in your luggage

as you’d suggested I could.

Our next phone call clarified

the kindness of lies.

and the length reality stretches

to cling to an illusion.

I’ve been grateful for

the elasticity of spurious delusion

every day of my life.

I craft my reality in my imagination:

You are whoever I make you to be.

Do I cover you with armour?

Compel piano mastery?

Some loves last through time:

mythical love need not be mocked.

What you hear, is never what truly was.

It’s what was crafted to tell the tale that needed to be told.

You are a character in the love story,

and I can always kill you off in

literary impunity.

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Shape poem of a chess piece.  Clear?  Metaphor of the game.  Get it?

 

poem-echoes April 28, 2015

First performance with special effects.

Dry ice rises

from cardboard smoke stacks.

Audience gasps at the realism,

then the ice descends to the stage

and the singers gasp

and choke.

Always rehearse

the special effects first!

Don’t injure the imported talent

or the gratuitous local hacks!

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I was watching Carmen from the Met on TV this weekend and was catapulted back in time to 1999 when I sang in the chorus of Carmen with the PG Symphony.  Conductor Paul Andreas Mahr brought in four rising stars to join the symphony’s first opera: Mezzo Caroline Menard, Soprano Renee Salewski, Tenor Lenard Whiting, and the delightful baritone Tyler Duncan, the home-town boy, whose wide open arms gave wonderful bear hugs at every opportunity.  It was a very fun production.  I had to look up the imported talent to see what they’re doing now.  Some exiting stuff!  I hunted all over for the photos of this, but can only find the news clippings.  I’ll keep looking, and update with photos when I find the right album.  My special claim to fame in this production was that 3 of us had a spotlight moment in a part originally meant for kids, except it was too late in the opera, and all good children needed to be home in bed.  No idea any more what I sang! 🙂

 

poem- Outlander summer April 22, 2015

Once upon a time

Just a few of us at this party

Laughing across time zones.

Now, sometimes it feels

like drunks have crashed it.

I miss then

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So many fond memories of Outlander life on Twitter in summer of 2013.  Feeling nostalgic this week after discovering all those old tweets doing my Sam Heughan post the other day. 

 

poem- box of stars December 18, 2014

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:16 pm
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I open

an innocuous box

to find a starry sky,

music for the spheres,

time travel.

I open

an innocuous box

to find sparkling stars

that make me smile

remembering.

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and since the box contained the 25th Anniversary edition of The Interstellar Suite in Surround Sound (among many other lovely things), I should probably include a link to a 25 year old event that inspired a scene in Grace Awakening, shouldn’t I?  (Thanks Arlene for that awesome sparkly sky paper!)

 

poem- belated gifts December 13, 2014

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:34 pm
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I heard you sent it

and it makes me smile

to know my mail box

will receive a gift

from the past.

When it arrives

I will float back in time,

swim in memories for a while,

then break the surface

to be thankful

for now.

 

poem- were November 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:37 pm
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It was woven

like light

dappling between the leaves

of our maple tree,

your voice, soft in memory,

searching for the heart of me.

 

It was woven

like lithe

subtleties between the grease

of our maigre feast,

your voice, lost in murmurings

purging forth our history.

 

It was woven

like life

sampling between the griefs

of our marble stele

your voice, wafts in every

yearning it exhorts of me.

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I may be stretching your vocabulary with this one!  Here’s some help:

maigre- religious diet without the flesh or juice of animals

stele- pillar, marker, tombstone (pron. like STEEL-y)

 

poem- returning September 22, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:39 pm
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I tried to

return your letters

once,

but they are

still here,

and the hurt

in your voice

still echoes,

when I unfold

pages.

 

poem-here September 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:13 am
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Here

every time I pass this place

I smile, remembering you

right here

with me.

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(WordPress says this is my 1600th post on this blog)

 

 
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