Your sweater is here
and if I breathe deeply enough
I’m in the scent of your embrace.
poem-sweet January 26, 2016
It’s unexpected moments
that honey drip from yesterday
crystalizing through today
and crunching in cubes tomorrow.
Sometimes bitter,
mostly sweet.
poem-anniversaries January 25, 2016
Another anniversary
Half way through the first year of your absence.
You smile out from your photo
and my memory.
poem-differences January 24, 2016
An invitation is made when the bosom
appears bulging into the neckline,
his gaze is grabbed and as she walks away
she pulls him to his feet to trail after her,
eager for the game.
.
Her instigation is subtle.
He appears at the stair,
tips his head toward the bedroom and waits.
If he’s ignored, he offers another tip.
And if she decides to follow him,
she will do so with a sense of irritation
that he doesn’t offer invitations
so much as commands,
and she’s pretty sure she didn’t actually
promise to obey.
poem-ready January 23, 2016
You’re ready to go,
bouncing on that bed,
tired of physio, doctors, bad food,
and a four bed room.
You want the quiet privacy of home
and worked hard to earn it.
You’re ready.
poem-snores January 21, 2016
After you’ve been gone and my heart’s been sore
I’m delighted to listen to the music of your snore.
poem-far January 20, 2016
You’re too far.
It doesn’t matter that it’s only a day.
I feel bereft without my back up.
Knowing you’re at my back
is my security,
against myself.
Don’t be far
for long.
poem-vacant January 19, 2016
How strange
that this space that was always filled by you
is vacant now.
Some time,
I don’t know when,
you stopped paying rent and disappeared.
Now the corner where you lived
has fallen into disrepair
and when I look for what used to be
I see only
moldy fragments in the space
that was yours.
poem- what went January 18, 2016
What went before
What went between
What went around
What went above
What went contrived
What went controlled
What went inspired
What went
where?
poem-because January 17, 2016
I’m fond of flowers
bought because
today is worth celebrating;
they are lovely,
and you are captivating.
Unexpected joy does
blossom for hours.
Shawn L. Bird 