Reality spins
into imagination
awakening dreams
long forgotten.
Reality whirls
through intimations
of what seems
downtrodden
Reality curls
into foundations
revealing themes
all new again.
poem- night breath January 14, 2014
Night breathes
its peace in
shimmering air
dusted with winter.
.
Night breathes
its silence in
rustling wishes
between sheets.
.
Night breathes
an invitation in
a lingering look
over the shoulder.
.
Night breathes
a promise in
peace,
silence,
invitation.
Help! I need to pick a couple of poems! January 1, 2014
I’ve been asked to submit a couple of poems to an anthology, and I have no idea what to choose. There are hundreds, and I like so many of them. So, do you have any suggestions? What’s your favourite?
Here’s the link to all the poetry on the blog, if you need to search through a few:
https://shawnbird.com/category/pondering/poetry/
Thanks for any help you can give!
poem- UFOs December 24, 2013
The
lampposts
.
.
are
invisible
.
.
in
this mist
.
.
and
so the
.
.
haloed
bulbs,
.
.
floating,
glow:
.
.
UFOs
above
.
.
the
road.
.
.
.
poem- Christmas lights December 18, 2013
My Christmas lights
are stars reflected
in a black lake
My Christmas lights
are the twinkle
in laughing eyes
My Christmas lights
are glistening in
your smile.
poem-thanks November 23, 2013
I thanked the cleaner
in the hotel wash room
for her good work, and the pride
the staff showed in keeping a wonderful
establishment pristine.
As I left the room
a lady following me said,
“That was very kind of you,
cleaners don’t hear that often enough.”
But she did not
say thank you
herself.
poem- the other place November 9, 2013
I’m making this up as I go along
You in the other place
Singing echoing off the walls
in an imaginary paradise.
You in the other place
Eden entwined between
sheets and dreams
making it up as we go along
poem- NaNoWriMo doldrums November 6, 2013
NaNoWriMo
A month
to write
a novel
throughout the nations.
But on day 6
I already
require fibrillation.
So tired
So worn
and the end of day
My eyelids are drooping
and I think there’s no way
after pounding out emails
and working all day
I have any energy
for what writing entails.
But I’m half way through
a fun new novella
If I can just sit and type
avoid Facebook and Skype
write, write, write
then perhaps in spite
of procrastination
I’ll be able to sing
in celebration.
No need for special inspiration
just dedication to my narration.
poem- if November 5, 2013
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would greet her every day
with a heart heating hug
with a spine kindling kiss
with glowing eyes.
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would bid her sleeping form farewell
with grieving eyes
with cuddling kiss
with a heart felt hug
longing to remain.
If he loved her,
….she thinks
he would harness his white horse
unsheath his sword,
charge down her demons,
She doesn’t see,
that he is her champion,
if he sees who she is
and stays to fight for her
when she’s not looking.
She doesn’t see,
that he loves her.
Shawn L. Bird 