Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-letter from the war office November 25, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 am
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The first message is a head’s up.

Someone in the building has tested Covid positive and is off to quarantine.

“You will be contacted by an official in the health authority is there is potential that you were in contact with someone while they were contagious. Carry on until then.”

Potential: having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future.

You know, like how two people in a building have the potential to pass one another, greet one another, use the same facilities, sit in the same chairs, use the same keyboards, sit next to one another at lunch, even though you don’t know them and they don’t know you. You’d identify them how?

I think the more accurate message would be “You will be contacted by an official in the health authority is there is likelihood that you were in sustained contact with someone while they were contagious.”

Let’s be real. Potential is everywhere. Give us the hope of less likelihood!

Several hundred people wait in our masks with bated breath, wondering who will be the ‘lucky’ winner of a lottery worthy of Shirley Jackson.

Pandemic adventures as we attempt to surf the second wave.

 

poem- Yay! It’s Friday! November 24, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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First thought upon waking–

elation.

With consciousness–

crash.

Tuesday.

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Pandemic tension

daily trauma

viral hide and seek

Trench warfare,

wearing us down.

Dreaming of weekend leave,

Before the return to mud.

 

poem-pity November 23, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:22 am
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Like Red Rose Tea:

only in Canada?

confused identity.

Reindeer

are just caribou.

Who knew?

 

poem- we turned on the Christmas lights November 22, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:19 pm
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The dog stares mesmerized

past the old bulbs wrapped around the blue spruce, those steady, dependable glass bulbs that have illuminated twenty Christmases,

to the lilac bushes where the new micro-bulbs change from white to colour, fade, flash, flicker, urge us to celebrate with their “Party on!” dance,

but this year, putting them out

used all the energy we have,

and there’s no irony in the number of blue bulb strings wrapped and draped around the door.

 

poem-listening November 21, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:11 pm
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Story time:

Lose yourself

Find yourselt

 

poem- speak November 20, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:01 am
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Speak your future

Say what you will be.

In moments of self-nurture,

Trust in your destiny.

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A little reflection based on some observation in a Zoom presentation for Professional Development from indigenous author Monique Gray Smith.

 

poem- before the diagnosis November 19, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:26 am
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I already knew.

In the photos

her smile flounders

before it finds her eyes.

She is missing,

though her body

moves, leaves the kettle

to boil dry, starts something

for dinner, while the last

idea burns.

 

poem- feeling beachy November 18, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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Crashing waves

Splashing children

Deep thinking trickles like sand

I’m seeking peace:

waves wash over me.
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Demo cinquain poem for class today. Kids chose theme of beach, and I wrote a line with a different poetic device in each: alliteration, assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia, internal rhyme. Turns out, it sounds better in reverse, so that’s the version you see here.

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poem- staggering November 17, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:36 pm
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when the students have left,

around the building:

faces crease with concern

bodies droop with fatigue

eyes anguished.

How long can the facade hold

when everyone’s

barely upright?

 

poem-overwhelmed November 16, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:15 pm
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just one day

I just need to be ready

for today

I can only plan

a step at a time

I can only plan

for today

I just need to be ready

just one day.

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(Feeling just a little overwhelmed to be starting back full-time after 2 years of partial medical leave. I’d hoped to have all prep done for the next 10 weeks, but all I have completely ready to go is this week. Well. Just tomorrow, actually! :-/ ).

 

 
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