Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- waiting March 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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She hasn’t published the obituary, because

what will she say when they approach her

at the mall with their condolences that will

break her into dripping pieces?  But if she doesn’t

will they ask how her mother is? Will she have

to break the news and shatter them with awkwardness

instead, then answer questions about why, when it was weeks ago?

Is she keeping death a secret,

to ponder in her heart?  Many things are mysteries.

Grief makes some a blanket to hide in.

It makes others a sea to sail on.

She hides at home, and lives the obituary

in silent, private grief.

 

poetry- Patrick Lane- The Beauty March 7, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:56 pm
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I was sad to hear the news that brilliant and prolific Canadian poet, Patrick Lane passed away this morning, just shy of his 80th birthday.  I was absolutely blessed to have an opportunity to study with Patrick at the Honeymoon Bay Poetry Retreat in 2017.  Such powerful mentorship from a man who had astonishing poetic insight.  What a loss to the Canadian literary community.

Just yesterday after spotting the first robin of the year, I was telling a student about my time at the retreat, lying on the ground trying to hear the worms the robin heard.

When Liz McNalley, organizer of the retreat, sent word this morning, she included this poem of Patrick’s and so I will share it with you, as well.

The Beauty

This too, the beauty

Of the antelope in snow

Is it enough to say we will

Imagine this and nothing more?

Who understands that, failing

Falters at the song.

But still we sing.

That is beauty.

But it is not an answer

Any more than the antelope

Most slender of beasts

Most beautiful

Will tell us why they go

Going nowhere

And going there

Perfectly in the snow.

 

It was a snowy day today.  Rest in Peace, Patrick.  Much love to Lorna Crozier and all those grieving our nation’s loss today.

Patrick Lane

PS. If you don’t already have a copy of The Collected Works of Patrick Lane, I highly recommend it.  It is full of treasures.

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(Note that I’m an Amazon Affiliate, so if you buy from that link, I earn a bit for the referral)

 

poem-glimpses March 5, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:20 pm
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A little glimpse

a corner of the eye catch

Double take.

Vanished.

It’s enough to know

You’re still here.

 

poem- I remember February 22, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:26 am
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Some prompt poetry today:

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I remember

yellow days,

sun bright on daffodil hills,

air stained with smokey forest pyres,

golden nights.

I remember

empty room,

first promise you failed,

fear.

I remember

twinkling eyes

hope

belief in forever.

I remember

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Prompts from my 123 prompts for Writers & Poets book, a yellow day, a moment that scarred you, someone you value.

 

poem- honestly February 15, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:34 am
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If I were being honest,

(truth hurts, my love)

I’d say that while the quotidien care

powers an appreciative couplehood,

sometimes cares require more than chores.

Sometimes, it needs a hug (you first)

or cooking a meal (with vegetables) and setting candles on the table.

Sometimes it means holding hands instead of striding ahead,

and no sighs of impatience or vibrations of irritation.

(Yes. We feel those, when you’re pretending, and it spoils the effort).

Sometimes your diligence with household chores is enough to know you care,

but sometimes

we need more.

 

 

 

poem-hearts February 14, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:11 pm
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It’s not the chocolates,

flowers,

romantic dinners,

sexy lingerie.

It’s just the words

and actions.

Fixing the brakes,

warming the car,

clearing off snow

before I head to work.

That’s romance.

That’s love.

 

 

 

Tanka- last message February 13, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:39 pm
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“My battery is low

and it’s getting dark.” Weep

for my silent voice.

Opportunity,

roved beyond expectation.

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Today, the Mars Rover Opportunity has been declared dead. It was meant to function for 90 days, and instead, worked for 15 years  and sent amazing data about Mars’s hydrography.  It was recently caught in a dust storm that covered its solar panels.  In some future time, will someone clean the dust off this strange relic, and Opportunity will call to NASA again?  Until then, Sleep well, Opportunity.  More info here.

 

haiku- winter night February 12, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 pm
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Silent winter night

Snow falling peacefully ’til

the plough comes scraping.

 

poem-flashes February 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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I’ve forgotten your name,

but one glance at the back of a pear-shaped girl

in a tight striped top and jeans,

brought you sailing through the years.

Short, feathered hair.

Acne scars.

Knock-kneed shuffle.

Booming laugh.

Where did I know you?

Whoever you are,

I hope you’re happy today.

I hope your life has been all you dreamed.

 

poem- little steps January 28, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:43 pm
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Great dreams.

Big hopes.

Massive endeavours.

Long journeys.

All large things

take little steps.

Bit by bit

bite by bite

step by step.

War and Peace

started with one word

on the page.

Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony

began with one note.

Huge

begins

small.

Just

begin.