Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-when May 29, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:56 am
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(An early Father’s Day poem)

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When I was little

your face was behind a camera

capturing moments of my small life,

fearlessly climbing the steps on the tallest slide,

thigh high stretches for a toddler,

far above your head,

not afraid;

no pain had touched me.

Your greatest gift was security

to grow up confident in your love.

No one else ever loved me so well

or with such shameless devotion.

Oh, how great my loss.

When I miss you,

as I often do,

my memories are lit with

gratitude,

gratitude,

gratitude.

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shrinkage January 12, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:26 pm
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Within old skin

undoing

rebuilding

becoming

rebounding

safe growing places

bright glowing spaces

 

this microcosm populated

by homunculi

stitching new skin.

 

 

poem- expulsed September 6, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:42 pm
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The school was a haven,

if not used for the purpose intended.

Safety is more important than education,

but eventually offering safety,

is less important than throwing you through paper hoops.

Don’t they see you’re on fire?

 

poem- confidence November 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:03 pm
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There is security,

profoundly deep,

knowing that whatever

needs to be done

will be done,

without me having to ask.

.

There is gratitude,,

profoundly deep,

knowing that whatever

I need

will be met,

without argument.

.

There is peace,

profoundly deep,

knowing that whatever

happens, I can trust you,

to be there.

 

poem- hole August 15, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:21 pm
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Occupy one

Small space

Hide here

Stay safe.

 

poem- hoarder February 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:34 am
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She hoards memories

In books and art.

She hoards accomplishment

In clothes and fabric

She holds tightly

Against insecurity

Things are a bulwark

Against uncertainty.

She creates a

measure of control

against anger, anxiety

and angst.

When she is safe,

Secure and  satisfied

The barriers may

Be burnt, but for now

She clings to what was.

 

poem-gifts October 23, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:03 pm
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She held out

her insecurities

cupped in her hands

and asked him

for reassurance,

but he just looked down

his nose at her

silent

.

He had no

kind word

to give,

no kind heart.

.

And so she stood

face upturned in

silent misery

and held tight to

the gift

of isolation.

 

 
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