There’s a crow
on the hot tin roof
of our shed,
tap dancing
and glancing around
the yard
in search of applause.
The dogs catch his eye
but turn away,
well acquainted
with the vain ways
of crows.
poem-night light August 20, 2014
All evening
the hills have been
illuminated by a
laser light show,
and now
the skies are
streaming;
white mist
hides the hills,
enfolding us
as the heavens
flash and crash
above.
poem-wading August 19, 2014
Wading through
trash
in search of gems.
Letters from you
lost in the
dump
since Yahoo
decided everything from
WordPress is spam.
I’m journeying
into a black
Carpal tunnel.
Monday Meme in Newfoundland August 18, 2014
The return of the Monday Meme!
On Facebook, one of my former students, all grown up and living in Newfoundland, posted this photo of her daughter that just cries out to be a Monday Meme, and so, with her permission, now it is!
The rules:
- You use this photo as a prompt for some writing. Poem, story, memory, it doesn’t matter.
- Copy the photo onto your site, leaving the text.
- Link back to this post AND submit your link in the comments below.
Note:
While I post the photo on Mondays, you don’t have to post your writing on Mondays. You can post whenever you choose. If you enjoy this one, click ‘Monday Meme’ at right, and respond to any of the old posts.
poem-lake music August 17, 2014
A Salmon Arm Roots & Blues Festival poem
.
They’re dancing at the main stage
Melodies entwining in their hair
Pulses beating with the rhythm
of the musicians everywhere.
poem-jaundiced August 16, 2014
Your photo
sends me back thirty years.
In your place,
I see your old man:
his suspicious eye
pot belly
and bald head.
He was nearly eighty
and always angry.
You hardly look younger
with your belly and baldness,
and you’re wearing
his discontent
like an inherited suit.
It’s ageing you more
than your years are.
poem- drop August 14, 2014
The dogs collapse
in hot heaps.
Summer’s simmering
settles into evening
breeze, but
the sun drops
ever earlier,
and autumn calls.
poem- where August 13, 2014
When you went away
full of dreams and plans
we waved your plane off
and wondered how reality
could possibly live up to
your unreasonable expectations.
We let you go to find your way
and when nothing is
what you thought it’d be
We have faith that
you will figure out
the reason,
and create reasonable
reality
for yourself.
Shawn L. Bird 