Look up!
Opalescent sky,
lavender pink kissed,
pearl shimmering;
sun setting behind pines,
blushing beauty,
dipping under mountains.
poem-slowly coming February 26, 2020
Periwinkle sky
In the eaves trough tinkle the trickles
of melting snow.
Hope for spring
burst by tomorrow’s
forecast.
poem-#IReadCanadaDay February 19, 2020
I have been reading through your story
in short bits. Your words hurt
my heart. It is so much work for some
people to survive from day to day. They
don’t deserve their painful realities, and my
opportunities are so apparent,
under my reading lamp.
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poem- lost February 18, 2020
The tireless effort
wire wrapped embraces
stone heart.
She longs for something
someone who will repay
the tireless effort,
Some soul
to respond to her
wire wrapped embraces,
Anything to touch her,
to re-awaken her long
stone heart.
(another Cascade poem)
poem- forward February 15, 2020
(A cascade poem)
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What it is,
what it isn’t,
converging in a secret wish.
She knew
from the very beginning
what it is,
didn’t let anyone
force her to accept
what it isn’t,
held herself together,
past and future
converging in a secret wish.
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The form of a cascade is to create a free verse first stanza, and then repeat subsequent lines of that first stanza at the ends of the following stanzas, cascading the lines from the first stanza throughout the poem. This form was created by Udit Bhatia.
poem-disembodied February 12, 2020
Trees are ghost outlines,
frost coated.
Far off, along the lake, the train
hoots a melancholy call.
My feet crunch on a path
that was soft yesterday.
I cannot see the sun,
but it is there.
Perhaps things will be brighter
tomorrow?
poem-the hair dresser was gossiping February 11, 2020
Are you related to? she asked
naming names.
Not those.
These, I reply.
Ah! Her!
Yes! So, you’re the writer!
I am.
and she’s a?
Yes.
She said that…
It was actually like this…
Oh!
I am a writer, too
but I’m not published yet.
I can help.
Small town networking.
poem-change in the wind February 10, 2020
Each day I arrive here
Look around
and notice it feels less like home.
Remember laughter,
feel their dreaming,
it’s all still here,
but where are my desires leading?
Could this all be coming to a close?
Are talent, skills, and luck
coalescing into
something new?
Poem- I love your way of being in the world February 6, 2020
Your best feet forward
heels tapping
vamp it up
booting out negativity
sole savouring
stepping out
high kicking.
Squeal all together now:
“I LOVE your shoes!”
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poem-white February 5, 2020
The lake is gone
The sky is gone
The ground is gone
The world has faded into monochrome
I weary of winter.
Shawn L. Bird 