poetry | Shawn L. Bird

Monday Meme in Newfoundland August 18, 2014

Filed under: Monday Meme,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:38 pm
Tags: fog, Monday Meme, Newfoundland, photo, poem, poetry, prompt, prose, story, writing

The return of the Monday Meme!

On Facebook, one of my former students, all grown up and living in Newfoundland, posted this photo of her daughter that just cries out to be a Monday Meme, and so, with her permission, now it is!

The rules:

You use this photo as a prompt for some writing. Poem, story, memory, it doesn’t matter.
Copy the photo onto your site, leaving the text.
Link back to this post AND submit your link in the comments below.

Note:

While I post the photo on Mondays, you don’t have to post your writing on Mondays. You can post whenever you choose. If you enjoy this one, click ‘Monday Meme’ at right, and respond to any of the old posts.

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poem-lake music August 17, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:49 pm
Tags: end rhyme, festival, music, poem, poetry, Salmon Arm Roots and Blues

A Salmon Arm Roots & Blues Festival poem

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They’re dancing at the main stage

Melodies entwining in their hair

Pulses beating with the rhythm

of the musicians everywhere.

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poem-jaundiced August 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:51 pm
Tags: age, alliteration, assonance, boyfriend, consonance, metaphor, old friends, photo, poem, poetry, simile, time

Your photo

sends me back thirty years.

In your place,

I see your old man:

his suspicious eye

pot belly

and bald head.

He was nearly eighty

and always angry.

You hardly look younger

with your belly and baldness,

and you’re wearing

his discontent

like an inherited suit.

It’s ageing you more

than your years are.

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poem- drop August 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:52 pm
Tags: alliteration, assonance, autumn, change, consonance, dog, fall, personification, poem, poetry, season, summer

The dogs collapse

in hot heaps.

Summer’s simmering

settles into evening

breeze, but

the sun drops

ever earlier,

and autumn calls.

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poem- where August 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:29 pm
Tags: adult, alliteration, assonance, change, children, consonance, decision, father, growth, mother, parenthood, poem, poetry, repetition, young

When you went away

full of dreams and plans

we waved your plane off

and wondered how reality

could possibly live up to

your unreasonable expectations.

We let you go to find your way

and when nothing is

what you thought it’d be

We have faith that

you will figure out

the reason,

and create reasonable

reality

for yourself.

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poem-wordwise August 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:20 am
Tags: alliteration, poem, poetry, word play

World wise

word wise

wishing

wary

words

wise

wit

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poem-fickle August 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:41 pm
Tags: Alberta, Calgary, metaphor, poem, poetry, weather

Weather,

when in Calgary

changes her clothes

with the dizzying

rapidity of a thirteen year old

trying to figure out

what to wear to the school dance,

then rushes off

leaving chaos in her wake.

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poem-there

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:30 am
Tags: memory, metaphor, nostalgia, poem, poetry, repetition

There

in that alley

was the beginning

of dreams

of possibility

of wishes.

There

in that alley

was where imagining

became the tool

for all that was to be.

There

in that alley

was the first place

I was me.

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poem-missing August 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm
Tags: couple, love, Night, poem, poetry, relationship, sleep, travel

Three thirty-three in the morning

I awaken, drenched in sweat.

I turn on the fan,

waiting for sleep to return

wishing that you were beside me.

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poem-coloured bird August 4, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:31 am
Tags: bird, poem, poetry, prompt

You are a paper peacock

morphing into something new

lines blurring blue

sky, scarlet, golden paint

make me fly.

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A poetry prompt from http://catherinemjohnson.wordpress.com/2014/08/04/poetry-prompt-bird

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