The sky lady
is sweeping
dust plumes at
her lazy husband.
They billow all around him,
but still he snoozes
on his blue easy chair.
poem-invitation November 14, 2014
Fifty times a day
she invites you
to connect.
“Honey, look at this!”
she says, forwarding an email.
“How was work?”
she asks, leaving her desk.
“Do you have ideas for dinner?”
she ponders in the kitchen.
Every time you grunt,
ignore her,
snarl, or shrug,
you are erasing what matters
most to you.
Every time you smile,
consider, give some time,
answer courteously, and
squeeze her warmly,
you’re drawing a
portrait of your happiness.
.
.
This poem is based on this article about an interesting study on relationships!
poem- silent November 13, 2014
You sit
silently
staring at your lap.
Your face
reflects sorrows
you will not describe.
Silence
is your
only safe
place.
poem- done November 12, 2014
Home is too hard
and you need to be here
at school where it’s safe.
But you rarely work on academics.
You snarl
or stare blankly.
So many years of missing concepts.
So many holes to dig out of.
They won’t let you stay,
though you need to be here,
and it breaks our heart
when your choices
are your destruction.
Safety is more important
than schooling.
How can you ever
overcome?
poem- dalliance November 11, 2014
This is a glimmer
and it will be flame.
She is danger
and you are not fire fighter
enough to avoid
being burnt.
poem-kindle November 10, 2014
Under your skin
you’re kindling dreams.
Letting just enough
hope gleam through the ash.
Your head says,
“You can’t.
It won’t be,”
But the kindling dreams
wonder,
“Why
not
me?”
poem- incessant
Housework:
incessant chore
detracting from fun
and always
always
always
still to do.
But at least
I have
a house.
.
.
I hate housework. From my messy room as a kid to my messy desks (at home and at work) I epitomize chaos theory. I want to use my time to create, so there is something to show for it. Since housework never ends, one is never satisfied with the task, which inevitably dissolves.
poem- ghosts November 9, 2014
You were
exorcized
letter by letter,
word by word,
phrase by phrase,
sentence by sentence,
paragraph by paragraph,
page by page,
chapter by chapter.
Now you are
merely a spectre
who peeks around corners
whispers at my ear
hums for my remembrance.
My only benediction
on the lost boy
from long ago
is the bittersweet smile
and the faraway glimmer
in my eyes.
poem- flaming
You’ve ignited,
conflagration in the halls,
a flaming torch.
Burning brightly,
napalm from your flame thrower
devouring the walls.
You’re an incendiary bomb
blazing through the air,
leaving no survivors
at all.
poem- ram or roll? November 8, 2014
Two identical
blazing logs
are ramming together
shooting sparks
with every shot,
neither aware
that they will set the
whole forest on fire
if they do not
stop ramming
and begin rolling
toward the cool waters
of understanding.
Shawn L. Bird 