I am confetti:
bits and pieces
tumbling from the heights
caught in the breeze,
old fashioned,
messy,
celebratory,
completely extraneous
paper joy.
poem- walking June 28, 2014
you
me
. sauntering
strolling .
. meandering
traipsing .
. ambling
lumbering .
. lurching
staggering .
. tottering
striding .
. marching
lunging .
we
embrace
.
.
.
I hope this works on your monitor. The 2 perspectives should come evenly from either side to meet at “we / embrace”
poem-laughter June 21, 2014
You toddle over,
your two tooth grin wide.
When tapped
upon your button nose
you burst with
belly laughs.
.
.
I met Iona today. Iona is little, and doesn’t speak yet, but she oozes personality!
poem- the line June 20, 2014
Picket signs
propped in front of us
we strike for a better world
either strolling the side walk
or strumming harp
or guitar.
A strike is like a barbeque
for a cause
fueled by coffee and doughnuts
instead of beer and beef.
poem- old street June 18, 2014
The old man
who lived in
the corner house
with the red front stairs
always had
time to
listen.
poem- love sick June 16, 2014
The dog has been slurping in the toilet
He saunters down the hall,
water dripping from his muzzle,
stops beside me, gazing adoringly,
and kisses my arm with long wet strokes.
As he flops to clean his privates,
I go off in search of soap.
poem- half a year June 14, 2014
Six months ago
you were fighting to play pickle ball
laughing on the small court
stretching your racket to hit the ball
stumbling and crashing onto the court,
filling your head with
flashing white fireworks,
exploding star bursts.
Now
you are fighting for two more weeks
laughing with guests in the small room,
stretching your life to see your children
stumbling and crashing against time
filling your belly with fluid,
flashing white pain
imploding your life
.
.
.
For Auntie Linda
poem- wind June 13, 2014
Change blows in
on the wind
on the sweet scent of honeysuckle
and the stinging tang of chicken manure
Sort the good from the bad,
and set your sail
to catch the breeze you need
for your new direction.
poem-blue
New covers
for old chairs.
Pieces of summer sky
cut, sewn, and stapled
Fresh summer days
contained within a frame
set in the living room.
Shawn L. Bird 