Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-quarantine March 14, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:45 pm
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I stay at home on quarantine;
I am not feeling serene.
Mexican vacation’s been
cancelled, and I was so keen

to escape from all the snow.
Caribbean sunset glow?
Basking on a sandy shore?
Travel’s bad right now, I know.  😦

We already had t. p.
no panic necessary.
Asthma inhaler ready.
Home holiday with hubby.

I will unpack my suitcase
Stuff the new swimsuit some place,
Wash your hands! Don’t touch your face!
Hope we all survive with grace.

(A poem on life in the COVID19 pandemic)

 

 

 

 

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poem-falsifying March 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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Oh false friend!

Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,

warm sun embraces,

led to

short sleeves and picnic tables.

Today, an inch of new snow tops the table

and sky is full of malice,

tiny shards of ice,

stabbing the heart of spring.

Winter wins another round.

 

poem- impatiently February 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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If I refuse to wear my boots,

choose a light jacket instead of that coat,

keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,

can I force winter to go?

Beguile spring with my wiles?

 

poem-Oh! What a beautiful sky! February 27, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:26 pm
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Look up!

Opalescent sky,

lavender pink kissed,

pearl shimmering;

sun setting behind pines,

blushing beauty,

dipping under mountains.

 

poem-slowly coming February 26, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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Periwinkle sky

In the eaves trough tinkle the trickles

of melting snow.

Hope for spring

burst by tomorrow’s

forecast.

 

poem-#IReadCanadaDay February 19, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:04 pm
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I have been reading through your story

in short bits.  Your words hurt

my heart. It is so much work for some

people to survive from day to day. They

don’t deserve their painful realities, and my

opportunities are so apparent,

under my reading lamp.

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poem- lost February 18, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:58 am
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The tireless effort
wire wrapped embraces
stone heart.

She longs for something
someone who will repay
the tireless effort,

Some soul
to respond to her
wire wrapped embraces,

Anything to touch her,
to re-awaken her long
stone heart.

(another Cascade poem)

 

 

poem- forward February 15, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:29 am
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(A cascade poem)
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What it is,
what it isn’t,
converging in a secret wish.

She knew
from the very beginning
what it is,

didn’t let anyone
force her to accept
what it isn’t,

held herself together,
past and future
converging in a secret wish.

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The form of a cascade is to create a free verse first stanza, and then repeat subsequent lines of that first stanza at the ends of the following stanzas, cascading the lines from the first stanza throughout the poem.  This form was created by Udit Bhatia.

 

poem- crossing over February 14, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:34 am
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(A cascade poem)
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I waited for you
wishing for a miracle
on that long night

so long ago, and yet
I live in that moment still;
I waited for you,

holding your hand,
counting your breaths
wishing for a miracle.

Hospital bed,
The click of knitting needles,
on that long night.

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The form of a cascade is to create a free verse first stanza, and then repeat subsequent lines of that first stanza at the ends of the following stanzas, cascading the lines from the first stanza throughout the poem.  This form was created by Udit Bhatia.

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FWIW- we did get the miracle, and four more years.

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poem-disembodied February 12, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
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Trees are ghost outlines,

frost coated.

Far off, along the lake, the train

hoots a melancholy call.

My feet crunch on a path

that was soft yesterday.

I cannot see the sun,

but it is there.

Perhaps things will be brighter

tomorrow?