Shawn L. Bird

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poem- him December 14, 2018

Yes, there is laughter;

I see it sparkling in those eyes,

twinkling in the crevices of his face.

I see it dancing,

in those jaunty steps,

off-kilter, long-legged ramblings.

I see it in the shaking shoulders,

heaving joy, hard embraces.

There is laughter through that body,

whether we hear it

or not.

 

 

poem-forgiveness November 4, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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This is forgiveness.

Left alone, forgotten, until you

became a dessicated husk.

Discovered, remorse poured on you,

and you rested, recovering,

absorbing all you needed to heal.

One year.

Regret poured onto you.

Two years.

Faith surrounded you.

Three years

You offered a single bloom to give us hope.

Another year.

Patience.  Trust.

This is what time and forgiveness bring:

full flowering!

Ah, the anticipation of your full celebration

makes me dizzy.

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True story. Took my Christmas Cactus outside to enjoy some summer sun (2014?). Forgot it there.  Come fall, it was a wizened shell.  It’s taken years to recover, but it HAS! What a metaphor for tragedy in our lives and the patience we need with our recovery.

 

 

poem- work party October 23, 2018

Squirrel boss curses

clumsy workers as chestnuts

clatter past branches.

 

Class assignment:

Find an example of

alliteration

assonance

onomatopoeia

personification

Find 2 examples of consonance.

Go! 🙂

 

 

 

Concussed September 14, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:20 pm
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This concussion is a constriction

squeezing my head like a snake

hugging my eyes closed.

Light pressure. Dark daylight.

Just a little inconvenience.

 

haiku-still March 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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Diva Winter grips

her sequined white cloak. Clinging,

while we wish for Spring.

 

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.

 

 
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