A violet bird sits
in her nest in the arbor,
filling sky with song
.
.
Congratulations Philip and Violet
just 10 more weeks ’til hatching!
spring haiku May 14, 2011
Trees are blossoming
with the glorious promise
of summertime fruit
(c) Shawn Bird
story: iloveross17 (chapter two) March 4, 2011
Previous chapters: one,
(Chapter two)
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and onto chapter three
frosty sky January 24, 2011
My sky
is lit with blue
sparkling with the frost
that glistens on the trees.
Your sky
is a vast midnight
glowing with the snow
that reflects a sunless sky.
Our sky
is knit with stars
sparkling in the coolness
that connects our continents.
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photo by Markku Reijula, Kotka Finland. Used with permission
.
I’m missing my host families in Finland today, and thinking of the Finnish winter skies that are bright despite the absence of the sun as the snow reflects light so even in the dark, the world glows with light. There is a metaphor here for life!
winter wind January 13, 2011
Snow dances off my roof
wind weaves white ribbons of light
and holds aloft crystaline
lace doilies.
monster fighting December 17, 2010
Green monsters pounding down the street
Shooting fire and roaring their helplessness
Small kindnesses are not always mercies
since they don’t mean there is hope
They meant she didn’t care any more.
Green monsters stomping all over you
You could have been keeping a safe distance
Building armour and a fortness of protection for yourself.
Fortresses keep out monsters.
Now you’re weakened from the attack
But the tools are still there.
Build the protection now.
Better late than never to raise the bricks and the sword
so you can stand up for yourself.
You can defeat the monster.
mystery of misery December 10, 2010
The misery of your biology and history
are a catastrophe wrapped in mystery.
.
The history of your misery
hurries worries.
The catastrophe of the mystery
buries furies.
.
Your biology creates
a doxology
of apology.
.
Misery
is your
personal mystery,
and our
catastrophe.
.
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Thinking about the impact of untreated mental illness upon relationships.
It was intriguing to play with quite closely related rhyme, repetition, and unifying consonance.
Love is shovelling the driveway December 8, 2010
The snow falls.
I push the shovel on the driveway
at half speed
missing you.
.
I miss listening to the
rhythmic racing
scrapes
across the driveway.
.
I miss you coming in
red from exertion,
frozen drips from your nose
your glasses frosted.
.
I miss kissing your cold lips
and wrapping you
in the warmth
of my thankfulness.
Missing you December 5, 2010
There is an empty place
where there should be your face
Be happy where you are
though it is much too far
Away, my love. from my embrace
Return.
I long to kiss your face.
Shawn L. Bird 
choice limerick June 24, 2011
Tags: choices, limerick, poem, postaday2011
He’s clueless why he always loses.
He shouts as he makes more excuses.
While he shrieks about fairness,
there’s no self-awareness,
That life comes from just what he chooses.
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