Between
Mist kissed mountains,
Subtle gradations of grey
mark lake and sky;
an eagle sails by
in search of spring.
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poem-waiting in line March 11, 2014
Another car
goes ice dancing
swirling
spinning
from one side of the road to the other
Sending inhabitants flying
in the death spiral.
Stop! Accident scene!
and I must wait
First in line
While 3 ambulances
2 fire trucks
2 marked police cars
4 unmarked police cars
and 2 tow trucks
sort everything out
45 mins late for work
this morning
but thankful
not to be
in one of the ambulances.
I was doing that
ice dance in the same place yesterday.
One moment we are travellers
the next we are dancers
facing a sudden stop
and a different journey.
poem- wishes February 17, 2014
The togetherness
stretched between
man-cave and girl-zone,
in dutiful words
and sharing kisses on the stairs.
The silences
listen for the echoes
of footfalls
and wonder
what togetherness
means.
poem- lost January 21, 2014
I lost a poem today
It came to me, a shy friend
and whispered in my ear
such beautiful words.
I savoured them
and rolled them on my tongue
but before I could make a
penned permanence
of friendship
it flitted away,
leaving loss
and longing
in its place.
poem- winter creek January 20, 2014
Winter creek
whispering secrets
slipping beneath snow banks
sibilant susuration promises
“spring, spring, spring.”
poem- Okanagan sunset January 5, 2014
Inferno fills sky,
flames roil like crashing sea,
cremating the sun.
poem- red lipstick January 1, 2014
A sales lady
rhapodized over my
red and purple shoes.
“I wish I had the guts
to wear something like that,”
she said, sighing.
“I always admire
great shoes on other people.”
.
I told someone of this,
and she said,
“I know what she means.
I used to envy people
who had the courage to wear
red lipstick.”
I smiled,
gazing at her scarlet lips.
“Do you feel super-powered
in that lipstick?”
Her eyes just twinkled in response.
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We hold ourselves back,
from what will
make our spirits soar,
reveal our natures,
demonstrate our individuality,
because of what?
Fear of censure by dullards?
or
Fear of our own unleashed potential?
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Embrace the tokens
of your power:
wear shoes that make your feet
dance in the street,
and lipstick that makes your smile
a billboard for your joy.
Be you
in all your
power.
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(Thanks Julia, for loaning me the lipstick image). 😉
poem- Havasu December 25, 2013
Lunar landscape
miles upon miles
of dust,
red rocks,
and sky
stretching wider than a sky has business stretching
then a surprise:
startlingly blue lake
reflects cloudless blue sky
and London Bridge.
How odd.
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Lake Havasu City, Arizona, is set beside the lake formed by Parker Dam on the Colorado River. The city is accessed via historic Route 66.
poem- hills aflame November 13, 2013
Through the blackness
glow scarlet gashes on the mountain
Drivers on the winding highway
sniff the smoke , entranced
by danger dancing above
.
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It’s hard to keep your eyes on the road when the hills above you are blazing!
It’s also nerve-wracking for an asmatic to be anywhere near burning, controlled or not. (and we think this was controlled).
Shawn L. Bird 