Shawn L. Bird

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confusing life and love February 16, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:53 pm
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Daily Blog prompt #47  What Part of life confuses you?

 

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What is the meaning of life?

to love and be loved

Nope that’s not confusing.

Why am I here?

To love and be loved

That’s not confusing.

Why do we have to learn this stuff?

Because you need to understand so you can

love and be loved.

That’s not confusing.

Why do bad things happen?

Some folks don’t know how

to love or be loved.

That’s not confusing.

What’s confusing?

Math.

It’s amazing how it orders the universe,

but it’s confusing.

except

my  love plus your love

multiplies into our love.

No confusion there.

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This prompt really irritated me, because I don’t find many things confusing.  I tend to shrug off connundroms as unworthy of too much attention, since ambiguity is the nature of most situations and since one person’s confusion is another person’s complexity.   I suppose I have a rather simple philosophy.   After brewing over it all day, I stepped out of my car as I got home from work, and the light bulb pinged above my head illuminating one word: math.    As an English major, I never could figure out that higher level math stuff.  Math majors might find it complex, but not confusing.  For me, theoretical mathematics twist my brain in painful ways.  So here is my offering.  When things are too complex and confusing, simplify until you’re at the basic elements.  There it is: love.

 

Fishtailing February 15, 2011

Filed under: book reviews,Literature,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:06 am
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Wendy Phillip’s YA novel Fishtailing is a collection of poems that tell a painful narrative about teen life. The inner turmoil expressed in the poetry paints the undercurrents that the adults either ignore, misunderstand, or are overwhelmed by. The needs are so great, and the students are so many, the adults’  insensitivity is understandable (survival instinct more than anything) but it’s frustrating as well. You want to shout, “Can’t you tell what’s going on here?”

Wendy is a graduate of the UBC MFA in Creative Writing, and I see their interdisciplinary approach echoed in the way poetry and story have combined in a way that is more profound than a strict narrative would have been.  The masterful way  each persona is crafted delineates a clear voice for each character as the woeful tale unfolds.

Wendy’s years working in high schools is very apparent. This feels real. These kids feel like the complexly burdened teens that stare across their desks at me.

It’s a book that offers a challenge to teachers of teens. The challenge may be too difficult for them to cope with though. Ignorance is bliss.

 

Your smile February 13, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:01 am
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Your smile

Lingers behind you

Caressing my heart.

 

I wander

Through my day, dreaming of

Your smile.

 

Can you

Feel the gaze that

Lingers behind you?

 

My happiness

Held in your hands

Caressing my heart.

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This is a CASCADE poem, a form attributed to Udit Bhatia.  The form has no fixed rhyme or rhythm, but is arranged in stanzas that echo the model of the first stanza.  Each following stanza ends in a subsequent line from the first stanza. 

eg. where letters indicate a line and a grouping is a stanza, the pattern goes like this:  ABC DEA FGB HIC   The longer the first stanza, the longer the poem.

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This poem is submitted for the Monday Poetry PotluckIf you are visiting from the Potluck, please include the link to your own submission in your comment to make it easier for others to find you!


 

change February 4, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:19 pm
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Sun blinded
I squint at a horizon
so bright it can’t be seen.
I walk blythly toward
the brilliance
wondering what lies beyond.

Behind my back 

has been brewing

ill wind.

Without warning
a blackened sky
belches uncertainty
and change,

but beyond

the black clouds

blow breaths

of a new day.

Nothing ends

that isn’t a beginning.

 

metaphor for the publication journey February 1, 2011

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:22 am
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The sun is gleaming
so brightly that the snow is blinding.
The future’s so bright I’ve got to wear shades.

Every day another supporter, another booster,

another enthusiastic participant
in the waiting game asks, “WHEN?”
Soon, I assure them. Soon!

A flicker on the computer screen
“I hate to have to tell you…”
and a gleaming dream
is buried in a white out of
black uncertainty.
I don’t know now, I have to tell them
I can’t see anymore.

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80 minutes ago I received word that the publisher for Grace Awakening is closing down in 30 days.  Grace was scheduled for release in 240 days.  That is 210 days too late, unfortunately.  Now we’re back to peddling a manuscript.  Poor Grace!

 

A poem by Wendy Phillips January 20, 2011

From Fishtailing by Wendy Phillips. This novel by UBC Creative Writing alumnus Wendy Philips is crafted in a series of poems in persona of several characters. There are students, teachers and administrators represented.

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Kyle
Teacher staples my motorcycle dream
to the display board
Tricia wanders over
reads it
I watch
She turns
stares
raises an eyebrow
drifts to my table
Told you Farr would like it she says
Not bad.

I swallow a lump
Wanna ride sometime?
She lifts her chin
narrows her eyes
I look away from the glare
Yeah she says, today
walks away.

So
poems are good
for something.

I like this poem because it captures something that I see often.  Suddenly the communication options open when people master a new medium.  Finding new media opens up an audience they would not have reached otherwise.  I often set up a “Poet-tree” in my class.  It fills a wall.  A trunk and branches are on the wall.  Students can take green leaves and leave a poem on a wall.  It’s a non-credit thing, and some years it gets very little interest, but other years it is a hot-bed of creative communication.  Students from other classes will come in to read the poems, because hearts are bare on the wall, and voyeurs watch developments with avid interest.

A young man who has poetry in his arsenal has a powerful tool to capture the hearts of the ladies he admires!  If he can set his poetry to music, he has even more power.  The ladies will be virtually powerless from his charm!

Yes Kyle, poetry is good for something.  In Grace Awakening Ben takes full advantage of the fact!  😉

 

winter wind January 13, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:08 am
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Snow dances off my roof

wind weaves white ribbons of light

and holds aloft crystaline

 lace doilies.

 

Good news January 5, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:04 am
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I’m silently shouting
And fighting the bounce
That threatens to explode me
Right out of the house
I am bursting quite gleefully
With the news you are touting.

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I’m so desperate to share it
To tell one and all
That I’m quivering inside.
It’s so hard to stall

 telling the news far and wide!
Oh! I simply can’t bare it!

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It’s so hard to contain it
I can barely constrain it
I fight to restrain it
When I want to exclaim it!

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But…

a secret’s a secret

and so will remain it.

🙂

 

 

floating December 19, 2010

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:57 am
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There is poetry floating
in the place between waking and dreaming.
There are words meant for grace
between taking and scheming.
There’s a joy born to be
in the stories we’re making
There’s a truth there for me
worth the undertaking.

 

monster fighting December 17, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 am
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Green monsters pounding down the street
Shooting fire and roaring their helplessness
Small kindnesses are not always mercies

since they don’t mean there is hope
They meant she didn’t care any more.

Green monsters stomping all over you
You could have been keeping a safe distance
Building armour and a fortness of protection for yourself.
Fortresses keep out monsters.
Now you’re weakened from the attack

But the tools are still there.
Build the protection now.
Better late than never to raise the bricks and the sword
so you can stand up for yourself.

You can defeat the monster.