Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-listening October 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:14 pm
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I hear you in the rain

pouring over me

cold,

drenching.

I’m drowning in you.

Upside down umbrella

beneath a drain spout.

See me tap dancing?

Oh, I’m singing

while you’re pouring

turning roads to light sucking ink.

I think the gutters overflow with you.

You’re sheets

fountains

water falls

rivers

you are an ocean.

I float.

 

 

 

poem-storm June 8, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:56 pm
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Another storm warning.

Cotton clouds turn into coal smoke,

Flashes splice the sky.

We’re drenched by pelting rain,

until it blows by again.

Wouldn’t it be nice

if the newscaster flashed

storm warnings

about flashes of temper

and drenching tears,

so we knew to stay indoors

or prepare our rain gear?

 

poem- rain May 27, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:40 pm
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We’re raining

damp permeates bones

sky slides claustrophobically close

Grey day

 

 

 

 

poem-mystery November 13, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:40 pm
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Listen to the rain

clicking against the windows

thudding on the roof

washing away whatever was waiting

yesterday, and cleaning for tomorrow.

 

 

poem- heaviness September 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:05 pm
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The mist in the hills

weighs heavily on my heart

The wind through the valley

blows bleakly on my brain

The rain from the grey

drips doggedly on my dreams.

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It’s only Wed, but I am exhausted!  I’m sure this soggy weather isn’t helping

 

poem-night light August 20, 2014

All evening

the hills have been

illuminated by a

laser light show,

and now

the skies are

streaming;

white mist

hides the hills,

enfolding us

as the heavens

flash and crash

above.

 

poem-seasonal delusions November 15, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:32 pm
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It’s misty in the hills

Rain falls in spatters on the windshield

How can there be a Christmas Craft Fair

when there is no snow?

 

 
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