Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- headphone man May 16, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:39 am
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Hey, headphone man

with your head cast down,

I drive past you each day as you soldier on your way,

Always in the same place, unless you are late,

or I am early.

I try to catch your eye, but you march with determination

toward your destination.

I want to share our small connection, give a wave, or smile,

but you just stare at the ground, absorbed in the sound in your head.

Hey headphone man!

Look around!

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I’ve been working on this one for ages, as I do pass this guy every day on my way to work.

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poem- laughing eyes April 30, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:17 pm
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A poem for Cheryl: 1964-2018

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In every photo

you’re focused on those you love:

eyes gleaming,

radiating joy.

You wrap your arms around

grinning little girls,

smother them in kisses,

tackle them with tenderness.

Mother, mother, mother

in every fibre.

And now the children are bereft,

and your laughing eyes

have left the world.

We will look for your smile

in children who will never know you,

and see your laughter through your daughters’ eyes

as they embrace their babies.

 

poem-2nd day April 27, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:19 pm
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An unexpected opportunity

A lovely surprise.

Or not.

Thwarted by absence.

Then presence.

Nothing’s ever quite what’s imagined.

Intention yields to alteration

or obliteration.

Wishes wasted by

reality.

Nevertheless, we continue

to try.

 

poem-leaps April 24, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:00 pm
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We’re at the precipice

You and I.

You’re in the harness,

tethered to a kite,

ready to leap.

I lean back from the edge,

Nervous of wings

Air currents,

carrying you away,

dropping you

where?

 

Mountains

Valleys

Tangling into trees,

I like safety

Side lines

You see

Sight lines

inclines

outlines

freedom.

You leap.

I wonder what will be

What all this means for me.

 

 

 

 

poem- overheard April 23, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:00 am
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He’s just not that into you

The world is large and full of fish

swimming through plastic

bread bag jellyfish by the belly full

Walk, don’t run!

Dead man’s float

Be a Star fish, children!

I can make you a star, baby!

Grow a limb

Waggle pseudopods

False feet

Steppin’ out with my baby

Can’t go wrong, when it’s this right

Mr. Right’s all wrong again

Really,

the problem is

She’s just not into him,

Move on!

How much is that doggy in the window?

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NaPoWriMo prompt for today is to write a poem that sounds like it’s meant to be spoken aloud.  The examples were constructed with juxtaposition of original words with snippets of commonly heard things, sayings, song lyrics, conversations, etc.

 

 

 

 

 

poem- hockey night at our house April 20, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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I turn on the TV:
Hockey commentary.
I am ten again.
Dad’s in the family room.
Whooping
Groaning
Arguing with the ref.
I feel a rush of nostalgia.
Turn the channel.

 

poem: The Game April 16, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 pm
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He serves: I’m working late

She returns: Sounds good. I think I’ll go out, myself

He lobs: Who are you going with?

She returns: Why does it matter?

He stretches, just manages: You might be in an accident.  I should know where to look.

She returns to the far corner: So I can stop into the office and see you this evening?

He turns too slowly, can’t reach far enough: Uh.

Zero love.

 

#NaPoWriMo prompt 16 about a game.

(Still writing poems that connect with my current novel writing project)