Shawn L. Bird

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poem-i don’t want to write a poem January 13, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:52 pm
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Another demo pantoum poem written with my Creative Writing students today. This one demonstrates the power of this form, as small shifts can alter or intensify meaning. The kids weren’t in the mood to write at the beginning, but by the second stanza they were laughing and engaged as we looked for rhymes that worked.

I don’t want to write a poem today
I’m too tired to use my brain
The thought fills me with dismay
Poems make me insane

I’m too tired to use my brain
My mind is feeling foggy
Poems make me insane
My eyes are getting soggy

My mind is feeling foggy
Can I just return to bed?
My eyes are getting soggy
My heart is filled with dread

I’ll just return to bed
I’m much too tired to think
My heart is filled with dread
My life is on the brink

I’m much too tired to think
If my feelings are uncaged
My life is on the brink
The words won’t fill the page

When my feelings are uncaged
all the thoughts bring me dismay
Words will over-fill the page
I can’t write a poem today

 

poem-digging a trench December 9, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:27 am
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This is not the year

for adventurous rambling

for party-down fun

for braving new experiences

for exploring new ideas

This is the year

for settling in

for warming up

for holding close

for safe hidey holes from which

to weather the barrage.

 

poem- winter evening October 26, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:47 pm
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A pantoum for a winter evening

Soft snow falling
Mysteries in hidden faces
Lost memories calling
Eyes whisper with brief gazes

Mysteries, hidden faces
Warm glances, tender touches
Eyes whisper with brief gazes
Sweet comfort, hesitant rushes

Warm glances, tender touches
Fire crackles, hearth heat
Sweet comfort, hesitant rushes
In the silence, our hearts beat

Fire crackles, hearth heat
Lost memories calling
In the silence, our hearts beat
Soft snow falling.

 

Poem-growing August 28, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:38 pm
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One small change today
One gift of time
One contribution to a cause
One life-lesson contemplated
One old idea reconsidered
One step toward wisdom
won each day.

 

poem- it’s raining May 6, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:25 pm
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I’m chilled to the bone.

I wish for a wood stove:

that crackle and flash,

heat that sinks in deep,

defines cozy comfort,

makes me want to sleep.

I can hear my mother,

If you’re cold, put on a sweater!

I want a wood stove:

the summer scent on  logs,

I want

warm feet on a hassock,

hot cup of tea,

well-written mystery.

Fine, Mother.

I’ll get a sweater, too.

 

 

poem-white February 5, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:14 pm
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The lake is gone

The sky is gone

The ground is gone

The world has faded into monochrome

I weary of winter.

 

Poem-spies January 30, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:49 pm
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A Facebook found poem, with thanks to Liz.
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Seven magpies
lined up on the roof
across from my office,
watching me.
Creepy.
They are not a poem.
This is not a poem.
Not at all.
Creepy magpie
spy
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poem-hope I remembered the snow brush December 16, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:18 pm
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Snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow

snow snow snow

snow snow snow snow

snow snow snow snow snow

snow snow snow snow snow snow

snow snow snow car snow snow snow

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(It just occurred to me, that I don’t remember if I put a brush in my car yet this year.  Fingers crossed! ’cause there’s a lot of snow falling outside my window!)

 

poem- tossing April 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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I toss.

You race.

You leap.

You flip.

You pant.

You return

on a joy-fueled frenzy

for the fun of the chase.

To vicariously share your bliss,

I toss.

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(Just in from a supremely athletic game of fetch- with a Chuckit Flying Squirrel. Now a happily exhausted poodle is at my feet.  I once saw a Ziggy cartoon that said he just wanted to go to dog heaven and toss balls for eternity. I sometimes feel like that is already my prime raison d’etre according to Kiltti!  How about you? Do you play a lot of fetch?).  

 

 

poem-a few words more November 26, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:53 pm
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A few words more

fingers flicking over keys.

A few words more

a story unwinds

A few words more

before my head explodes

Small successes form

between the creases in my brows.

I will write a few words more,

to force recovery, word by

blurry, painful word.

 

 
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