Shawn L. Bird

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poem- small talk May 13, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:40 pm
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Sunny cashier:

“Did you have a good Mother’s Day yesterday?”

Contemplation.

Truth.

“No.”

Pause.

Longer pause.

Sunny voice: “I left the kids with the husband and

spent a lovely time on the lake. It was just what I needed!”

“Ah. Nice.

For some of us, it’s a time of grief.”

(Honesty is the best policy).

Still cheery: “Oh. Yes!”

Oh, dear.

Some of us, once safely through a horrid day,

are tripped by reminders of our private grief

in chirpy questions at a till.

When you tear open wounds,

what did you mother teach you to do?

 

 

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poem-absent December 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:35 pm
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I hear your voice I see your smile

I’m glad you’re here to sit a while,

but when I turn around I see

that you are only memory.

So Christmas has come and you are gone

and day by day life still goes on;

though you are free from earthy pain,

Your absence grieves my heart again.

 

 

 

exam time June 19, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:51 pm
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The sky drips

its soggy sorrow

on students

walking into exams.

They step

out of white hazes

in expectation

(or desperation).

The sky drips

on their satisfaction

of consummation

and their sighs

of celebration

for coming

graduation.

 

 
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