Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- crush September 30, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:47 pm
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Crush

Crush on you

Rocks crushed

Emotionally crushed.

Orange Crush

Crush

.

.

.

Just playing with a word.

 

 

poem- looking (an #Outlander poem) September 29, 2014

“I want to look,”

she says.

Finger outlining

the focus of

her attention,

she walks

a slow, studious circle

of analysis

and inevitable

appreciation.

.

“Fair’s fair,”

he says,

stepping back

with a glint in his eye,

joyfully

thankful for circumstance

that made her

his.

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.

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Another poem based on Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander;  this one based on Ron Moore’s TV series, specifically episode 107, “The Wedding.”

 

poem- old journeys

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:29 am
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First

the steam whistles

disappeared.

Now

the tracks

are gone and

so the old journeys

are memories

and wishes.

 

poem- blur September 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:12 pm
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Your face

is in soft focus

Love is

myoptic.

 

poem- eagle eyed September 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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There is an eagle perched

above the Eagle River,

stretching his wings

and asking for a poem.

 

poem- how to find writing ideas

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:11 am
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Just

pay

attention.

.

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I should probably give credit to Diana Gabaldon, who responded to a question about how she knows so much about human interaction. This was her response.

 

poem- devoured September 25, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:26 am
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The light is frozen

and I am devoured

by your darkness

 

 

poem- heaviness September 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:05 pm
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The mist in the hills

weighs heavily on my heart

The wind through the valley

blows bleakly on my brain

The rain from the grey

drips doggedly on my dreams.

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.

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It’s only Wed, but I am exhausted!  I’m sure this soggy weather isn’t helping

 

poem-drain September 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:39 pm
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Like tepid water

we’re floating in

the faintest current,

flowing toward

a trickling drain

that empties

us into hollow

cavities

in evening.

 

 

poem-what they said

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:54 am
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While he was dying

the nurses at his bedside

chatted with one another.

When he came back to life

he told them what he heard

and they could not

meet his eyes.

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(true story)