Shawn L. Bird

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

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.

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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.

.

.

(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.

 

Sienna dreams April 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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I dream sienna

Sunsets drippppppping

Onto rocks

Carving red rivers

That slice down

…………….down

…………….down

…………….down

…………….down

Like blood bathed tears

Slice flesh.

It is a Grand Canyon of pain

River winding edge to edge

Touching grief upon grief

From the top

Black trees silhouette

Against a flaming sky

scorched earth burning

in the beauty of pain.

 

 
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