Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- once more August 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:54 am
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If I could

see you once again

I’d hold you tightly,

memorize the sensation

of your arms,

inhale the scent of your hair,

squeeze my love into your bones,

and pray the moment

does not end.

 

 

 

poem-there August 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:30 am
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There

in that alley

was the beginning

of dreams

of possibility

of wishes.

There

in that alley

was where imagining

became the tool

for all that was to be.

There

in that alley

was the first place

I was me.

 

poem-time July 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:46 pm
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I remember you: new

baby powder smell

tiny ears like velvet

cries like a lamb

and here is your

baby daughter

in my arms.

 

poem- there July 4, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:24 pm
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Who you were there

eyes lit

smile glistening

passion sparkling

walking hand in hand

through the summer rain

fueled poetry

and wishful thinking.

Who you were there,

who I was then,

both left behind.

 

 

poem- nerves July 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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When

You sat beside me

I couldn’t find the gears

on this car I drive every day.

Your half drunk bottle of water

has become the  holy relic in a

 smile bestowing, mobile shrine

to your presence next

to me.

 

poem- distance does not change the feelings September 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:11 pm
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The distance does not change the feelings.

the reeling,

wheeling,

squealing of my soul,

no longer whole.

The space between us stretches

and in the distance you grow small

and old,

But time has folds

in dreams I hold

you close

My soul finds healing.

Though space and time change feelings,

you haven’t changed at all.

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First line compliments of

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Every now and then April 15, 2012

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:01 am
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One of my favorite Garth Brooks tunes, covered by podline66 aka Larry. Enjoy!
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Young love February 2, 2012

Filed under: Alpha-biography,Pondering,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:44 pm
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This is the second entry in a  section called an “Alpha-biography.”  The exercise is to work through the alphabet, commenting on a word that connects somehow to your world.  My students are doing this in English 9 this semester, and I am modelling it by creating my own alpha-biography.  For myself, I will be focusing on how I am interpreting, synthesizing and contemplating the Greek/Roman gods as I’ve been exploring them in the process of crafting the Grace Awakening series.  (I’m working backwards, so that in the blog they’ll eventually appear A-Z instead of Z-A, as they end up ordered by time).

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Young Love:

Sometimes I feel like young love coloured my entire world. I am not alone. I speak to a lot of women who are very nostalgic about the first person to whom they opened their heart. Some had negative experiences, I suppose, but I seem to meet a lot of people whose first love set them on a course of self-respect and happiness. I hope that means the negative experiences are fewer than the positive ones. Perhaps it’s just that with the span of years, one begins to find the positives, even if they hadn’t been noted previously?

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I think a good young love is one that remains a fond memory throughout your life. If you take the issues and troubles, and learn from them, future relationships can be stronger.  It can become a fuel for creative endeavours, like perhaps a novel series…

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Nostalgia can be a snare though, and if you build up a young love into impossible heights, a current love that must be worked around children, mortgage and bills, can seem as if it can’t measure up. Sometimes we idealize romance from the time when we didn’t have responsibilities, and forget that maturity requires change.

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There is nothing like the intensity of a new love, young or old. Awakening passions make everyone young when they’re first in love.  I remember giggling phone calls from a senior lady, a widow, soon after she accepted a marriage proposal.  Her giddy joy was no less than the girls in the college dorm.  Love is a happy thing, whenever it occurs, but the small space in our hearts that is occupied by that first love remains through the years, forever young and precious.

 

Be My Music October 29, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:45 am
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I heard a voice
from long ago
singing
Be My Music.

While I sat at my computer
working away
I found tears in my eyes

Grace would understand
how the music creeps
and pepper sprinklings of memory
burn

I am music
I am words
I am melancholy
I am bliss
I am
beyond this nostalgia
and today’s tune
is the best
song
I could have
sung.

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