Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-present June 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:45 am
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This day is wrapped in grey,

tied with a bow.

I know that whatever I say

you must decide whether

to find gloom in the grey,

or bloom in the glow of the bow.

 

 

poem- glimpse June 23, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:04 pm
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I laughed a little

remembering you,

saw a glimpse of your smile

between two clouds,

felt the comfort only you could give,

wished you were here

for more than a

glimpse.

 

poem- hatted June 22, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:33 am
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A jaunty hat catches eyes

inspires a smile.

A jaunty hat always tries

to beguile

but it’s too happy to seduce

its morals are not loose

That hat’s a joyful

welcome mat to fun.

 

poem-sigh June 21, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 am
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Your world is a place of melodrama.

Teacups can’t contain the tempests that turn around you.

Moles man earth movers making mountains.

Stop.

Breathe.

There are so many bigger things in the world,

like poverty, war, disease.

In the scheme of things, that she looked at you funny,

or he didn’t return your tweet,

is worth less than a shrug.

Truly, if you live in a land at peace,

your life is sweet.

 

 

poem-touch June 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:16 pm
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Today

you touched someone,

Caressed pain away

with a kind word,

a warm embrace,

a sincere smile.

Today

you didn’t even know

the comfort that

trailed behind you

as you walked by.

 

poem-sleepy June 19, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:15 am
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On the highway

blinking, road blurring,

I should be sleeping,

not driving.

I can’t walk to bed

from here.

 

 

poem-ending June 18, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:16 am
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The end is so close

that I can reach out and touch

the hands of the clock,

tick-tocking away this last class.

A day more of typing

the degree will be done.

This stage of the  journey complete,

where will I go from here?

 

poem-tired June 17, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:58 am
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Worn

Wizened

Steaming

Dissolving

Dropping

Expended

Exhausted

 

 

poem- opportunities June 16, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:50 pm
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I’ll never know

if I hide below

if I never go

beyond the flow.

 

poem-moment June 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:46 pm
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In a moment

everything she thought she’d be

was sliced away.

In a moment

simple expectations yielded

to new arrays.

In a moment

opportunity seized her hand

to her dismay.

In a moment

foolish disappointments

were child’s play.

In a moment

her entire future was pulled

onto a new pathway.