Shawn L. Bird

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poem-theory March 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:30 pm
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Sometimes the theory doesn’t pan out

It seems like a good idea

but the execution just doesn’t quite work.

Maybe the support staff didn’t quite have the vision.

Perhaps the concept wasn’t communicated adequately.

The theory was sound,

but it didn’t quite work out.

We need to try something

else.

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I had my hair coloured at a salon today.  Usually I do it my self, but the longer it gets, the harder that is.  I suggested a thin swath of bright yellow, hidden beneath the top (uncoloured) layer, to pop out in vibrant contrast to the cold colours in the rest of the style.  It didn’t quite work out as I envisioned it:

But aside from that weird yellow, looking like dripping dog pee in snow, it is rather gorgeous, I think.  About 6 different Goldwell Elumen colours.  Don’t ask me which ones. :-/  (All these photos are me. The composite was taken in the salon for their advertising). I doubt it will ever be so prettily curled again…

 

poem-ostrich day March 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:01 am
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I am overwhelmed

by my responsibilities

and the weight of my grief

that creeps up unexpectedly

to undermine my clarity

to bury me with memories

and underscore my sense of loss.

I’ll hide myself from Helios: find

some sand to stick my head beneath.

 

 

poem-bouquet March 3, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:24 pm
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Bright blooms

suggest spring:

carefree days,

novelty,

Bright blooms

celebrate spring:

gratitude,

optimism.

Summer soon.

 

poem-too exhausted March 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:28 pm
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Too exhausted to care

whether the sensitive child is traumatized

by my insistence that she complete the

assignment as required.

Too exhausted to laugh

at the absurdity of end of term panic

after six weeks of poor attendance and disorganization.

Too exhausted to do more

than get through the day myself,

with nothing left for under-achievers who think

I should go over and above for them.

Too exhausted today to care

more about student success they they do.

There’s always tomorrow.

 

 

 

poem-optimism March 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:41 am
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Each year a goose takes roost in

the osprey nest platform above the mill.

I suppose penthouse accommodations entice.

The view is lovely there,

and surely she feels superior to her kin

nesting waterfront (though their

recreational opportunities are greater).

Each year, after a month of goose occupancy,

the ospreys return.

I do not know the depth of the tragedy.

Do the evicted geese simply suffer homelessness,

or do they endure the grief of infanticide, as well?

Sometimes our lofty aspirations

are our undoing.

Our hubris is our hamartia,

but each year, in early spring, there’s a goose

in the osprey nest.

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Remember your Shakespeare lessons?  Hamartia is the ‘fatal flaw’ of your personality that leads to your downfall (most commonly in literary tragedies).  Hubris is an excess of pride.

 

poem-danger February 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 am
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It walks

behind you.

It coils

between your thoughts.

It surges

unexpectedly.

But you have power

to protect yourself.

Vigilance.

Faith.

 

 

poem-flipping February 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:45 pm
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I’m flipping the pancake

and no furry friend is tangled in my legs

hoping for disaster.

 

poem-labels February 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:29 pm
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She is nestled up against him

waiting for the whispered words

of adoration, desire.

He sighs contently, and tells her

she is cuddly.

That sounds like a teddy bear she says.

He pulls her closer, nuzzling into her neck,

but a single tear rolls down her cheek.

 

poem-return February 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 am
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Two geese fly

over the lake

bringing spring

with each flap

of their wings.

 

poem-trained February 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:07 pm
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Eyes forward

Seeing what he wants to see.

Ears closed to cries or criticism.

Fill out the forms

Check the boxes.

Everyone must fit somewhere,

conformity is the only rule.

Follow the tracks.