She was wrapped up in herself
and he had a bad rap
But they were enraptured
and joys they unwrapped.
,
,
Some wordplay this afternoon, just for you!
poem-puppies December 4, 2014
Teen-agers are
loudly gregarious.
Their laughter magnified by tousles.
People who are afraid of them,
would not be, if they saw them
collapsed upon my drama room floor
giggling like so many puppies,
or arguing about their favourite authors
around the tables in the library.
Though even wolves
are adorable
when they’re little.
poem- I was sure December 3, 2014
I am sure
I told them
We are sure
Yes, we are young
We told them.
Yes, it’s been fast,
But the college is small
and we get to know people
quickly. We’ve seen each other
ten hours a day for months.
We didn’t tell them
about the ice cold walks,
holding mittened hands,
the tears,
the dreams.
We held those to ourselves.
Well, they said,
If you’re sure.
So we said I do
and I do, too
And we leapt off
a precipice
together.
.
.
.
This is the 30th anniversary of the day I met my dear man. By the summer we were married, and still are
falling.
poem-crept December 2, 2014
Quiet crept
through rustling leaves,
soft snowfall.
Quiet crept
through murmurs heard
under our hearts.
Quiet crept
through gentle touches
sweet sighs.
Quiet crept
through me
to you.
poem- and so December 1, 2014
And so your words come slowly,
squeezed like frozen toothpaste;
they do not echo;
they fall with a dull clunk.
.
And so your words come slowly
like a sail boat becalmed;
they hover over her,
dark storm on the horizon.
.
And so your words come slowly;
she watches them
approaching from the distance
like a prairie dust storm.
.
Your
.
words
.
c o m e
.
s l o w l y.
poem-cold November 30, 2014
Ice blue skies
white ground
I see the breath
of passers by.
Today I’ll hide
warmly dressed
snuggling next to you
by the fire, inside.
poem- companionable November 29, 2014
I wake to
the gentle snores
and the warm back
of my canine companion,
whose black eyes blink
and sleepy tail thumps once
as I caress his white wooly side.
poem- confidence November 27, 2014
There is security,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
needs to be done
will be done,
without me having to ask.
.
There is gratitude,,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
I need
will be met,
without argument.
.
There is peace,
profoundly deep,
knowing that whatever
happens, I can trust you,
to be there.
poem- winter sounds November 26, 2014
The
rasping
scraping
roaring
splattering
of the snow plow
going past,
wakes me rudely
to awareness of
winter’s arrival,
as I slept.
Shawn L. Bird 