Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- Minus 26 degrees January 13, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am
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The moon lingers in blue sky,

listening to Styrofoam™ squeaking boots

on crispy, cold snow.

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Poem- Buried January 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:22 pm
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You are small

boisterous

black

bouncing

excitement,

eager for the ball,

but

the snow is deep

and when you chase

you

disappear

into a crystalline abyss.

Such gleeful eyes

burst from the bank

and shake off

that which buried you.

 

poem-hope I remembered the snow brush December 16, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:18 pm
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Snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow snow snow

snow snow snow snow

snow snow snow snow snow

snow snow snow snow snow snow

snow snow snow car snow snow snow

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(It just occurred to me, that I don’t remember if I put a brush in my car yet this year.  Fingers crossed! ’cause there’s a lot of snow falling outside my window!)

 

poem- fog December 11, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:09 am
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The fog is thick today

both hovering over the lake

and in my head,

rendering me slow-witted,

dull,

fatigued.

Does the lake feel the same?

 

poem- limited visibility December 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:28 pm
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The lake is there,

just over the hill. Our view is

stolen by lilacs.

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View from our living room window. In the winter, we can see the lake. Just barely. Darn lilacs.

 

poem-slice December 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 am
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What invisible edge

slit skin on finger tip,

inserted pain into this day?

Blood dripped.

Every typed word

reminds me

danger lurks everywhere.

I face the consequences

alone.

 

 

poem- solo December 3, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:02 am
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One

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tiny

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perfect

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snowflake

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falls

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through

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empty

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sky.

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Intrepid?

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or harbinger?

 

 

 
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