Shawn L. Bird

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Book spine poem- Wild August 3, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:17 pm
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Found poetry- Book spine poetry.  These books are all by BC Poets.

What does a house want?
Borrowed rooms.
What the soul doesn’t want?
Chaos inside thunderstorms
Silence-the breaking of it
Ghost in the gears.

Our familiar hunger.

There is a season.
Skin like mine
The bodies
The wild in you.


poem-scribble August 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:09 am
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This unending line

describes a metaphor for life,

our unending spinning through

the routines of daily life,

dark moments where we’ve

gotten stuck in a groove,

and there,

where it leaves the paper,

departure for

another plane.





(This might be fun to try as a shape poem)


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