The day of birth
contemplation of what’s behind,
what’s ahead.
What is desired
What will not be
What is hope
What is reality
The ruminations that bring joy
and not a little
melancholy.
poem-sweet July 5, 2016
Beetle black eyes
sparkling intelligence
in that black satin face
long pink tongue
hangs between canine teeth
ferociously happy.
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Shaved the puppy today. His face is nekkid but he’s extra cute! We’ve been training today. He learned 3 new tricks! He puts the toy into a lacrosse stick for me to throw it (very handy on mucky days), he’ll lie over my feet, and he stands on his back feet. This in addition to come, sit, down, back, catch, go pee. Very talented puppy. 😉
#miniaturepoodle
poem-2 love July 3, 2016
I pass the tennis courts
where you used to play
and hope you’re getting matches
in heavenly doubles games.
poem-white July 2, 2016
The sky is white
dotted with turquoise,
mountain silhouettes
carved on the horizon,
one tree branch curls
like a finger,
beckoning
to adventure.
poem-breeze July 1, 2016
Leaves wave
from tree tops
Some exhuberant,
amazed to greet the sky,
some, more lazily,
wave with sighs
poem-breath time June 25, 2016
Time for breath
at last.
Breathe in freedom
from responsibilities,
to anyone but myself.
Inhale inspiration
Exhale exhaustion
Breathe free.
Shawn L. Bird 