Shawn L. Bird

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poem-Why aren’t you playing? February 10, 2022

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:43 pm
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Ramona spent the weekend racing around

The agility arena with her latest training partner,

Sewing personalized dog coats for friends,

Feeding a platoon of poodles

And a concert of birds,

Laughing,

Doing,

Playing.

Ramona didn’t dwell on the degeneration

That made most days painful;

She didn’t focus on the losses,

The quotidian agonies of aging.

When I posted a plaintive photo of my dog captioned,

“Play with me, Mom?”

Ramona asked, “So why aren’t you playing?”

Mere hours later, Ramona left the earth.

Her last words to me ring a challenge

Amid these pain-filled days.  We have just one life to embrace

What brings us joy.  Despite all the grief,

The sun still rises; there are things to do.  Today, find time

to play.

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Rest in Peace, Ramona Stirling

 

poem-the river’s bride March 27, 2016

Oh, her longings are loud

and she seizes opportunities,

reads the mysteries and leaps.

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Oh, her caution curls her

into weeping domesticity,

because she never neglects responsibilities.

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Oh, love leaps from the river

like a dolphin and tangles in

fishermen’s nets

and bridal veils.

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A little homage to the theatrical presentation of the Brazilian folk tale The River Bride by Marisela Treviño Orta, enjoying its world premier at Oregon Shakespeare Festival at the moment (2016 season).  We thoroughly enjoyed the complex tale with its stunning set and lighting!

 

 

poem- critics July 24, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:39 am
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The ground squirrels have been offering endless entertainment

Daily theatre of gamboling fun with whistle accompaniment.

First I saw a lady with a  trap

Then all the ground squirrels were gone.

End of the play.

Critics are deadly.

 

poem- wedding trauma July 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:40 am
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The four year old leukemia patient

asked her nurse to marry her, and he said yes.

Then the whole floor got together to make a wedding:

flowers, brides maids, walk down the aisle on rose petals.

Ring pops were exchanged.

“This is the best day of my life!” the child bride exclaimed.

Youtube wedding video shared. Oh how cute! proclaims the internet.

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I remember being four years old,

adoring the oldest son of our family friend.

His sisters all thought my devotion was adorable.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said with a kind smile.

And I believed him.

Then when I was nine, a wedding invitation came.

“You can’t have thought he was serious!” my mother snickered

at my distress.

I was rude to the bride, and no one understood why.

But I had learned that grown-ups lie and when your childish heart is crushed

they think it’s cute and kind of funny.

I remember, it was neither

for me.

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Adults need to remember that children’s feelings are REAL, and that what’s ‘pretend’ is not always clear. When adults enter into imaginary play with such enthusiasm, they must do so with great care.  I confess, I’ve never quite forgiven that older brother (now 67!!) for crushing my childish heart’s expectation. While I definitely appreciate the intentions of all involved in this quote wedding unquote, I do hope Abby is not as crushed as I was to learn the truth.

Side story: the rudeness was that I told the bride her bridal hat was horrible and no one should wear hats at their wedding.  When it came time for my own wedding, I tried on a gorgeous bridal hat that looked fantastic on me.  Always sensible to hypocrisy, I chose not to get it.  (Looking at wedding photos from my era, I suspect that was probably for the best).

Article about the hospital wedding here.

 

poem-wrapped December 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:05 pm
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She was wrapped up in herself

and he had a bad rap

But they were enraptured

and joys they unwrapped.

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Some wordplay this afternoon, just for you!

 

haiku-water park July 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:53 pm
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At the water park

Small children dance and shake like

robins in puddles

 

 
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