Shawn L. Bird

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poem- light July 11, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:16 am
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Your smile has no illumination,

no dancing twinkle draws the eyes.

What lies will you tell today, when someone

asks if everything is okay?

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poem- later July 10, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:22 pm
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I expected

in my youth

a natural ending.

You railed against presumption.

Never!

Always!

Hyperbole spun us out,

Now our orbits can’t intersect.

I was okay with that,

until I wasn’t.

We’re not supposed to break promises,

even irrelevant ones.

Curse nostalgia.

 

poem-road June 23, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:18 am
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Win win you think

and she knows your thoughts,

that you don’t imagine

hers differ.

They do.

She wants you, coming and going.

Sit beside for both parts of the journey,

find moments of connection

have those conversations

that are skipped in the day to day.

Those too rare times when you’re together

with nothing to do but hear each other.

She wants words and laughter and plans.

You leave early.  A note on the counter:

meet you there.

She puts her foot on the gas pedal

and travels lonely,

as usual.

Win?

or lose?

 

 

Poem-Plumbing Depths June 14, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:24 pm
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This well is dank and dark,

Though they have promised from the depths

She will see stars,

so far, it’s darkness all around.

She only feels

a giant on her chest squeezing

joy, until tears squish dripping out.

She’ll fill this well with grief;

the only escape may be

floating on surface sorrow

until it floods over the wall

with all the sadness she can carry.

 

poem-preservation June 10, 2019

We need to be respectful

of tender psyches, mental illness,

all the agonies of existence.

We need to be respectful

of our own tenderness

and pained existence.

When being gentle of their tender troubles,

makes aches worse for ourselves,

who needs to respect whom?

Draw battle lines,

or at least find a bastion

against cries

calling you to your destruction,

dragging you to drown in the moat of their fragility.

Be respectful of your own precious sanity.

 

poem-here June 3, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:10 pm
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Here is the place,

soft amber light

warm hands

cool breeze.

Here is the circle,

feel the connection

crackling completeness

arms tight,

hearts warm.

Here is love,

wrapped around you,

holding you up,

sending you strength.

Here is peace.

Here is hope.

Here is now.

.

.

For Londa.

 

poem- where I am June 1, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:25 pm
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Sun glory

Sky painted blue

Wishing for you:

New stories

 

 
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