Oh, how I miss your solemn eyes
Dark brown pools of devotion
and doggy wisdom.
Oh, when I stare into the
bright black buttons
of a puppy’s giddy newness,
I know how soon
he will have ancient wisdom,
and leave us, too.
poem- blocked communication April 13, 2016
Dear Grandma,
No one
wants to know
about the state
of your
bowels.
Please save
your colourful tales
of abdominal distress
for your medical advisors.
Elimination is
NEVER
appropriate
dinner table
conversation.
.
.
.
(You’d think this was common sense, wouldn’t you?)
poem- missed her April 12, 2016
He
mistrusted her
misted her
missed her
Ah
mystery
miscellany
misogyny
Yes
his miss
he missed
through mist
For
miss
such mister
she must.
Sienna dreams April 11, 2016
I dream sienna
Sunsets drippppppping
Onto rocks
Carving red rivers
That slice down
…………….down
…………….down
…………….down
…………….down
Like blood bathed tears
Slice flesh.
It is a Grand Canyon of pain
River winding edge to edge
Touching grief upon grief
From the top
Black trees silhouette
Against a flaming sky
scorched earth burning
in the beauty of pain.
poem- another chance April 10, 2016
It’s new again.
Baby love.
Cuteness overload.
I miss old, familiar love,
but this sweet face is balm
to a broken heart.
.
.
Miniature poodle Mrang Such Outlandish Style (Kiltti) 13 weeks old.
Poem- GRATITUDE April 9, 2016
It is lonely
Seeing ghosts of wagging tails
Dancing feet and twinkling eyes.
To remember joy made physical
Only because of my existence.
It is lonely
To catch the movements
From the corners of my eyes
Of furry bodies no longer present.
Grief is a hard, hard, hard burden.
But you,
Are lighter without the responsibility
Lighter with the freedom
Lighter from the consequences.
Lighter with the isolation
That is not loneliness to you.
But oh,
It is to me,
And my heavy heart struggles
With this burden of grief.
Knowing you. Knowing me.
Knowing the sacrifice you make
To bring some relief from grief,
To bring me a piece of joy again,
Wagging on the tip
of a tiny tail.
2016/04/08
poem-attendance issues April 7, 2016
Again
an A
beside your name.
Nine boxes for nine days.
Six A’s.
You, with that great brain,
want A’s
on your transcript
not your attendance record.
What is happening in your world
that keeps you from learning?
Ties shackles to your potential
for excellence? Your health is fine.
Oh, dear girl,
What can we do
to advocate for you?
poem-quick April 6, 2016
Such quick fixes
stick with us.
Duct tape, while great,
for emergency execution
cannot create lasting
solutions.
Shawn L. Bird 