Speak your future
Say what you will be.
In moments of self-nurture,
Trust in your destiny.
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A little reflection based on some observation in a Zoom presentation for Professional Development from indigenous author Monique Gray Smith.
poem-quarantine March 14, 2020
I stay at home on quarantine;
I am not feeling serene.
Mexican vacation’s been
cancelled, and I was so keen
to escape from all the snow.
Caribbean sunset glow?
Basking on a sandy shore?
Travel’s bad right now, I know. 😦
We already had t. p.
no panic necessary.
Asthma inhaler ready.
Home holiday with hubby.
I will unpack my suitcase
Stuff the new swimsuit some place,
Wash your hands! Don’t touch your face!
Hope we all survive with grace.
(A poem on life in the COVID19 pandemic)
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poem-dark? February 5, 2018
Midnight
outside the kitchen window
snow capped cedars glow
in moonlight.
poem- compensations November 4, 2016
It’s a grey day
frost in the air,
but at least I’m greeting it
in a great pair of shoes.
poem-almost August 21, 2016
You leave silver trails behind you.
They glisten in the morning sun
like fairy roads on the concrete.
Such light from a creature that looks like dung.
poem-blackbird tree March 19, 2016
The tree is heavy with red-winged blackbirds
like early black fruit,
strangely silent gathering
before the territorial grumblings begin.
poem- pickle poetry October 13, 2015
Your jar of pickled poems–
cheek puckering poetry,
sour smiles behind glass–
makes me laugh.
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My students handed in their poetry collections today. Among them is a jar with poems written on green pickle shaped papers. 🙂 Bethany wins cutest poetry project. Too bad it wasn’t a contest. (Hmm. Maybe next year?!)
poem- next September 7, 2015
The next adventure
awaits the sunrise.
Have faith it’ll be better
than you surmise.
Shawn L. Bird 