Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-ten thousand June 12, 2014

Filed under: Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:43 pm
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“No one

in the publishing industry

takes a blog seriously,”

said the presenter

“until it has at least

ten thousand followers.”

I thought about my three hundred

loyal followers and sighed.

I would never manage that.

For six months I thought

about her words, knowing what

WordPress said to do,

and how I wasn’t doing it.

So one April, two weeks

before I gave a social media workshop,

I tested their theories.

In two weeks, 444 followers

became a thousand.

Hmm. I thought.

If I keep doing this,

I could have ten thousand

in a year or so.

So I visited other blogs,

commented, and liked their work.

Introducing myself, and noticing others.

It’s the old mantra

‘the only way to have a friend

is to be a friend.’

and here we are!

14 months later,

ten thousand people

see my posts, leave their comments,

share my words, welcome me into their world

laugh with me

offer suggestions,

and make every day

interesting.

I send ten thousand

thank yous to each of you.

I’m grateful you’ve joined my journey

that you share your lives and your time.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you.

 

 

poem- deep June 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:13 pm
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This isn’t silence

This is you

thinking

cogs whirring

thoughts stirring

trolling the bottom

of the ocean

for the solution

to your dilemma,

resolving the conflict

with yourself.

 

poem-seen June 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:36 pm
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There is a gentleness

and a comfort you’re wearing now,

so unlike the anger

and anguish that was your shield.

We’ve seen you change

from besieged warrior to

confident ruler of your world.

We have seen

and we are glad.

 

poem- quiet June 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 am
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The house rests.

Five bodies drift on dreams.

One sits, enshrined in song,

strums softly

on strings:

a living lullaby.

 

poem- peacock poets June 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:16 am
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She writes in peacock blue ink

Turquoise words like an  equatorial sea–

exotic and dramatic–

vivid colour for vivid dreams,

beyond pedantic black or

boring blue

so dark it’s a black wannabe.

In gatherings of youthful poets

peacock ink predominates.

While pedants declare it’s

a colour coded affectation,

peacock poets know

ink encapsulating sky and sea

makes mere words ethereal–

their metaphor of fundamental creativity.

 

 

poem- family outing June 6, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:33 pm
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Mama and Papa Quail,

wearing identically jaunty hats,

are trying to contain

two dozen very excited,

fuzzy brown ping-pong balls.

.

.

.

.

(and they were ADORABLE as they churned about the grass!)

 

poem- grief June 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 pm
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Today

I watched your smile

twinkling on the seas

I heard your laughter

rustling in the trees

I heard your voice whisper

0n the evening breeze

I saw your image

dancing in the leaves

I felt you everywhere

gifting me with memories

comforting me with peace.

 

 

 

 

poem- if

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:57 am
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if his eyes

had not captured yours

held them tightly

until you flushed from toes

to hair tips

unable to break free from his gaze

then you would

would not be here now

mesmerized

wishing for the moon.

 

poem- junction June 2, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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There is an explosion of me

that while not cause for misery

does lend itself to some worry

(as health dictates less mass, you see).

 

While pondering this desperate state

in search of cover, you apparate

into my view and tell me straight

the simple way you’d lost your weight.

 

The fact that you think that I was there

to inspire you is laughable, I swear.

You wish to write and I’m aware

that you will do so, we’re a pair

 

The universe conspires to bring

Strangers together to the thing

that makes the possibilities ring

Opens universal everything.

 

 

 

 

poem- songful day June 1, 2014

Filed under: Harp,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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The strings of the harp sing

and the back deck resonates

with the soundboard

as spring and summer harmonize

and time drifts lazily

on my melody.