Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- late bloomer September 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:58 am
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Autumn is here

Trees are red tipped or golden.

Mornings are frosty.

And finally the cosmos,

three feet high green lace,

is budding.

A slow universe,

taking its time to unfold

summer pink blooms

on my porch.

Autumn is here,

but

better late

than

never.

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poem-return February 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:00 am
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Two geese fly

over the lake

bringing spring

with each flap

of their wings.

 

poem-seeds January 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:40 pm
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We are planted

with potentiality;

white blanketed rest bids us wait

until spring gives us the urge to rise

to skies and find our fate.

 

 

poem-fakery December 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:31 pm
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We’ve decorated the artificial tree

The fire crackles on the TV

Holiday cards show everyone happy

People gather smiling gleefully

to celebrate festivities

and it all feels like fakery.

.

If this is meant to be

a season all about peace,

then let me sit here quietly

alone but for fictional company

the only sound, fire crackling,

and I will celebrate contentedly,

avoiding family and all their expectation of responsibility.

.

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I am an extrovert and I generally love being out with people, but when I’m under a lot of stress, all I want to do is sit in heated comfort by myself, and spend time in the company of book friends.  All the obligatory holiday hoopla just makes me grumpy and anti-social, particularly with my dad passing away this summer and my mother suffering a serious stroke a couple of weeks ago.  

 

 

poem-sniffle December 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:57 pm
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Congested nose

a sniff, a sneeze

and then a cough.

Pass a tissue, please?

 

poem- drop August 14, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:52 pm
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The dogs collapse

in hot heaps.

Summer’s simmering

settles into evening

breeze, but

the sun drops

ever earlier,

and autumn calls.

 

poem- march away! March 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:42 am
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Winter

marching

heavily through spring.

Winter

march

away,

and take

all this falling snow

with you.

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Heavy snow today, making the highway treacherous.  Fun drive to work.  We’re ready for less white and more warmth in the air!

 

 
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