Shawn L. Bird

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poem- When I met his eyes November 4, 2022

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(Sometimes the breakdown of a relationship is not a surprise to folks watching from the outside).

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When I met his eyes

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I saw into the depths

saw his emptiness

unfaithfulness.

He knew I knew

His fake jokes couldn’t mask

the pain he’d cause.

He looked away,

alarms his charms didn’t sway me.

I could see.

They believed

his false smile

piled on adoration

while he crafted

mutual ruination.

She

has strength beyond

will rebuild,

move along.

 

poem- What wind brings September 20, 2022

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What wind brings

Don’t wrap this silence in your memory

Gather the fallen

leaves

Your departure: a beginning.

Going means coming to understand

Summer wildfires

Sometimes ashes fall

Sometimes rains wash everything

away

Sometimes snow rises to the eaves

Don’t wrap this silence in your memory.

There’s something new on the breeze.

 

poem-less anxious September 16, 2022

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:40 pm
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Dark dusky sky

Gulls cry

Gliding by, wings wiping at air

Diving down to thieve

Thoughts of tomorrow

Wasting no worries

On what might not be.

 

poem- change in the wind August 28, 2022

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Perhaps, this may be

the last back to school autumn

With next year’s falling leaves,

will I too be leaving

on the breeze ?

 

Poem- Cold Comfort pantoum August 24, 2022

COLD COMFORT

(by Shawn Bird and the 2021 En 11-A class)

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Something burns on a winter night

I smell the smoke and see the fire

Reflections on the snow are bright

The dreams to which I aspire

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I smell the smoke and see the fire

What hopes linger in the dark

The dreams to which I aspire

Rise to the sky in flickering sparks

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What hopes linger in the dark

Cradling cocoa in my hands

Rise to the sky in flickering sparks

My heart longs to dance

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Cradling cocoa in my hands

Warm steam tickling my nose

My heart longs to dance

And waken my frost-bitten toes

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Warm steam tickling my nose

The family encircles the flames

And waken my frost-bitten toes

Relaxing after winter games

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The family encircles the flames

Reflections on the snow are bright

Relaxing after winter games

Something burns on a winter night

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A pantoum is written in quatrain stanzas with lines 2 and 4 of each stanza repeating as lines 1 and 3 of the subsequent stanza until the last stanza, which circles back to the beginning, with line 2 being line 3 of the first stanza and line 4 being the first line of the poem. There are no rhythm rules so line lengths can vary. It is amazing how impactful this repetition proves to be.

If you try it, do post a link to your pantoum in the comment section!

 

Poem- A potato fork poem August 23, 2022

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A POTATO FORK POEM

(for Brenda)

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Fellow forks, beware!

Do stay away from here!

Brenda takes us

then she breaks us.

Oh tremble! Feel fear!

Come only if you dare!

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Digging rocks and boulders

(Putting bodies in the ground?)

Brenda will abuse you

Aggressively use you

Your handle’s snapping sound

Means you won’t get older.

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Forks, do NOT come near!

Get the fork out of here!

 

poem-releasing June 10, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:48 pm
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I heard your name
calling to me from long ago.
I heard your name,
(Oh, that melancholy refrain!)
whispering words so soft and low,
memories I need to let go.
I heard your name.

This poetry form is called a ‘rondelet’ and plays with an A/B rhyme, lines of 4/8 syllables, and a repeated refrain (as you can see!).

 

poem-double words April 21, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 21 was to use repetition modelled after http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/poem/2008/11/there_was_a_man_of_double_deed.html.


There was a girl who spoke the words
That wrapped the world, but went unheard

When the girl began to dream
T’was like the universal scheme

When the scheming came to naught
T’was like a void that time forgot

When the void it opened wide
T’was like a cave with home inside

When home called loudly, she went in
T’was like relief flooding within.

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poem- When we spoke of masks April 6, 2021

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Once, masks were metaphorical;

pandemics were historical.

Now, cortisol flood makes us

fatter every day.

Isolating’s creating a nation of moles,

nervous of leaving our holes,

as each wave proves more deadly,

We’re wishing consequences on anti-maskers

and anti-vaxxers: be sacrifices for your cause,

carry a card that you’re happy to

leave hospital beds for those who

take this seriously, those

who sacrifice comfort for society.

We’ll try to survive by masking insecurities,

and wait eagerly for our vaccines,

praying variant strains, don’t over-strain us.

Masking anxiety until we can

Breathe easier again.

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NaPoWriMo Day 6. Another day ignoring the official prompt ’cause I had other stuff in my mind. Weird how often I’m playing with rhyme this week.

 

poem-glow? April 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:31 pm
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Oh, yeah.

I used to gleam.

Shining sparkling day-glo shimmer

You know what I mean?

But Covid, man.

It’s worn me out.

Dulled my bright-light

What’s this exhaustion about?

It’s just going to work,

same as before

Just wearing a mask

washing hands, washing hands, and washing some more.

What’s so tiring about that?

I have absolutely no clue

But I’m heading to bed now at dinner time.

How are you?

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#NaPoWriMo Day 1. The official prompt from napowrimo.net was a video that triggered my TBI sensory over-load so I couldn’t watch it. :-/ I’ve come home from work, and again it’s not even 6 p.m. and I’m ready to crawl into bed with an eye mask, a heating pad, and an audio book. I can’t believe how exhausted I am all the time now! How’s a girl supposed to get poetry written, let alone books and stories! Arg. I hope you’re feeling less exhausted.

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