Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- cracks June 9, 2019

I’m slipping apart

Deep gut groaning,

inviserating split.

Your knife is sharp

and oh so subtle

No one sees the slicing

as pieces of me fall:

blood, tears and confusion.

Devotion’s greatest trick.

Betrayal by the longed for hope,

tenderly nurtured,

joyfully gathered to the heart.

Once before, protection pushed you out.

You said your sorries, cried for communication

and here we are again.

Cruelty masquerading as the heart I carried.

Pain pretending to be love.

No one else would be allowed in, after all this anguish.

Broken pieces of how I used to feel.

Wondering where the sweet creature disappeared to.

Mothers earn merit badges from the torture

of their children.

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poem- bad days November 29, 2018

When it’s a bad day,

the pain is there with waking.

Constriction or stabbing,

nausea or aching;

it fills the head until there is nothing in the world

but the hopeless frustration,

that I will never be well again.

When it’s a bad day,

there are no conversations,

no outings or errands,

only holding the head,

taking another pill,

and praying tomorrow will be

a better day.

 

poem-squish November 2, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:18 pm
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The band around the head

compresses.

Waves,

lost ideas,

press in,

squish out.

Opportunities extruded

and left behind.

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(Expect more than a few concussion related poems this month)

 

poem-touch January 21, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:04 pm
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This gripping agony

squeezes me thoroughly.

All that exists are those few

square inches,

shrieking at me.

I see the ripples of this pain

on my brows, crossing vision.

The world has shrunk into a tiny piece

of me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poem- creak December 14, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:52 am
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Creak

Cracks

Broken

Backs

Strung on a rack

Creaking wheel

pulls spine taut

Entreats,

“Sweet mercy!”

Greets pain

Back

broken

cracks

creak.

 

poem-back April 6, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:30 pm
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Back to basics

the spine taps into essentials.

Step on a crack,

break your mother’s back!

Which kid stomped?

I wonder.

Hot pad back

on the back.

Higher

then lower

Remaining upright

to write excites nerves.

I wish I were

back in bed.

 

poem-pain May 23, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:56 pm
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Take that moment of your greatest pain

and channel it into power.

Stare down the darkness and bend it to your will.

Use it to transform words

into a hydro station of energy

that transforms worlds.

 

 
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