Shawn L. Bird

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poem-see October 25, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:29 am
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I see

how every word crashes into you,

threatens to capsize you,

flaps at your mainsail,

sends your boom flying across a bow,

leaving your cowering on the deck,

begging for the storm to pass.

Aim for port, where words

are bulwarked by the breakwater,

and tides are tempered.

We’ll tie up in safety;

see?

 

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poem-drowning July 15, 2014

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:21 pm
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Word came

that the ship was lost:

No survivors.

Her beloved

perished amid a storm

In her dreams

she sees him

swimming

swimming

swimming

swimming

swimming

swimming

swimming

sinking

sinking

sinking

drifting

drifting

drifting

on her

tears.

.

.

.

.

.

.

I suppose this could be about Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon, but in fact, it came from listening to The Lost Wife by Alyson Richman.  It also reminds me of a family story.

My grandfather was a ship captain on the St. Lawrence Seaway.  One day, a knock came on the door, and my grandmother was told gravely that his ship had sunk, and he was lost.  This would no doubt have been far more traumatic, had grandpa not been sitting in the living room at the time. 

 

 
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