Shawn L. Bird

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

from the owl to the lark July 5, 2013

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As long as

I desire you at bedtime

and you desire me upon waking,

I think it will work out.

 

ancient history June 10, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:00 am
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Always

wasn’t as long as I expected.

Forever

didn’t outlast  the decades.

You’re

The Colliseum,

The pyramid at Giza,

The hanging gardens of Babylonia.

You may fool the Trojans

with that horse

but you no longer

fool me.

You’re Pompeii:

buried,
a frozen moment.
 I am not
an archeologist
any more.
 

overflowing June 8, 2013

You look at my

half-empty glass

shake your head,

insert a straw,

blow in laughter and love,

and make my happiness

bubble up until it

overflows.

 

common denominator April 9, 2013

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:15 am
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I am

the common denominator

in my life.

If trouble comes

time

after time

after time,

relationship

after relationship

after relationship,

What each event

has in common

is me.

.

In Grace Awakening Power, Bright tells Grace that she is the common denominator to the problems.  It’s not that it’s Grace’s fault that bad things happen to her, but they aren’t happening to other people, they’re happening to her, and it’s something in her that brings the trouble.

I’ve been thinking about this one a lot lately and wondering how to change the factors that result in the common denominator of my experience.  How about you?  Can you see how changing one or two things could change your experiences in a profound way?

PS. If find it very interesting that when centred, this poem took the shape of a punching bag.  You punch these bags, and they whip right back at you.  It seems full of profound symbolism. How do you interpret it?

 

wishful thinking April 4, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 am
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I dream of easy affection

when I can celebrate you

without you analyzing my motives

and finding me lacking.

I dream of easy affection

when I can trust you

not to rip apart my offerings

with cruel and callous doubts.

I dream of easy affection

when you can happily accept

tthe best I had whether or not it

was good enough for you.

I dream of easy affection

but some days it seems

like my hopes bring me

a lot of pain

for nothing.

.

.

Sometimes it is so much easier to close up the heart, when you are constantly misunderstood, rejected, and ignored by those who should love and respect you. 

 

quote-not talking September 5, 2012

“It’s better not talking about some things.”

“Not talking isn’t better.  Just easier”

~Monique Polak in The Middle of Everywhere. p. 148

I hate that ‘hide it under the rug’ thing that happens with some people.  No one ever discusses issues, so nothing changes.  People who are terrified of conflict, never discover the satisfaction of resolving an issue.  Ignoring it doesn’t make it go away.  A little healthy discourse can clear the air enough to bring people even closer.  Not talking keeps everyone in bubbles of isolation.

Talking is better.

 

the purpose of marriage August 7, 2012

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:13 pm
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I’ve been thinking a bit about marriage, this being a season of new marriages and significant anniversaries in our circle.  We are seeing everything from the blush of new couplings, to those having reached a half century and stretching beyond.

Marriage serves many purposes.  Once upon a time, a marriage could forge alliances, settle feuds, and enlarge estates.  The bride was property to exchange, and  the children would be the beneficiaries of those alliances.  That was a long view of marriage, a kind of dynastic vision with the individuals’ place firmly seen as a small cog in a greater machine of familial destiny and power mongering.

Nowadays, we tend not to think such of great thoughts and purpose.  Sure, a spouse with a rich or influential family provides a nice security, and undoubtedly a youthful trophy on an man’s arm gives him at least an imagined superiority over others.  Some pay for their shallow reasons in hefty divorce settlements, and that’s the price of doing such business.

Way back in the second book of Genesis, God declares, “The LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” (Gen 2:18)  and so God fashioned woman.  Consider some ways to interpret that:  a helper is a help mate, a companion, a consort, an accomplice, a partner, a protector, a guide, and a colleague (so says the on-line thesaurus).

A spouse (whatever the gender) must be all those things.  What first brings a couple together may be prosaic, and some romantics might scoff at the dispassionate process that bonds some couples, though I think such sober decision making provides stronger glue than the chemical waterfalls of attraction and biological imperative.  Sexual coupling requires far less effort than a lifetime partnership, after all.   I know a lot of people who choose toxic partners repeatedly and then bemoan their horrible relationships.  It seems ironic in the extreme that they don’t recognise that “If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll keep getting what you’ve always gotten.”  Choose your life partner for more important reasons than the colour of his eyes or how she looks in her jeans.

I once heard that falling in love releases massive amounts of hormones into your system.  The result is that your brain is numbed and drugged, as the rush of dopamine is equivalent to a cocaine high.  You can’t make rational decisions when you’re so befuddled.  I heard that it takes a full year for your brain to clear the chemicals so you can think lucidly again.

The most important question to ask yourself when your brain function returns is “Why should I marry this person?  What would the purpose of such a marriage be?”  When you can step back and study the goals, you stand the best chance of making a marriage that will have staying power.

 

creating beauty August 5, 2012

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:06 pm
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“You are beautiful,” he whispered to me
“If you say so.”
“Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?”
“That’s not what I mean. I mean— if you say it, then it’s true.”

Diana Gabaldon.  The Fiery Cross

I have pondered over this concept a lot.  When Grace first sees Ben in Grace Awakening Dreams, she thinks he’s completely average and uninteresting.  By the end of Grace Awakening Power, she describes him as handsome, golden, and glorious.

What has changed?  Has he literally become better looking, or has her perception of him just altered, so that she finds him more attractive?  Does being in love, and having someone love you make you more attractive?

I think the answer to all three questions is yes.

It reminds me of a parable I heard when I was a teen about the 100 cow wife.  Hunting on the internet, I see that it’s actually about an 8 cow wife.   (lol  Memory inflation!)  The gist of the story is that you get what you pay for.  If you want a beauty, you have to treat her like a beauty.

Physical beauty, internal beauty, or whatever, your declaration to the beloved is what makes it true.  Conversely, if you denigrate your spouse, call him or her names, and put him or her down, you create what you declare.  You create what you desire and what you declare.

 

encircling silence July 30, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:47 am
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This silence is a circle.

Mine says,

“wrap me with warm words!”

Yours says,

“huh?”

So silence encircles,

Mine says,

“compassion is in companionship.”

Yours says,

“shh.”

Silence circles.

 

Reviewing Playing with Matches July 17, 2012

Filed under: book reviews — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:50 pm
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Playing with Matches by Brian KatcherPlaying with Matches by Brian Katcher

Another winner by author Brian Katcher, whose male narrators ring so true.  Katcher has dealt with the complexities of relationships as he examines lust and friendship amid dreams and realities.  In this book, while lusting over the cheer-leader he’s adored since elementary, the main character makes friends with the burn victim who has been the butt of jokes and ignored for years.  Of course, just when their relationship amps up, the cheerleader takes an interest at last.  Confusion, hurt, and angst are common ingredients in fiction for teens, just as it is in their real lives.  Katcher handles it all expertly, revealing the sad truth that there are no easy solutions.

It occurs to me, that aside from Diana Gabaldon, I haven’t been this impressed with an author in a long time.  I think I should get in touch with Katcher and see if we can arrange an interview for this blog.  I want to know more about him.

Hey Brian, if you see this, send me a note on shawn (dot) bird (at) ymail (dot) com and let’s set something up!  🙂