Shawn L. Bird

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poem- quiet voices July 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:34 pm
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I didn’t hear you

and you slipped past

your whispers only faint murmurs on the wind

less than the burbling susurrus of the river.

I heard shrieks and giggles,

running feet and splashing laughter;

I didn’t hear you.

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poem-lonely June 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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He’s in the man cave

staring at the tube

occasionally laughing

When he emerges

he ignores her as she does

her thing in

her space.

He’ll walk past and head to bed

without a word,

and she’ll watch him in the hall

wondering whether

everyone feels lonely.

 

poem- silent November 13, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:42 pm
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You sit

silently

staring  at your lap.

Your face

reflects sorrows

you will not describe.

Silence

is your

only safe

place.

 

poem- modern inconvenience July 5, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 pm
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The panorama of lake and hills

lies peacefully before me.

The  susurration of wind

the patter of rain on

leaves and pine needles

is mountain music.

Heaven on earth

marred by

that incessant RV A/C.*

.

.

.

*Recreational Vehicle Air Conditioning

 

OMG it just turned off!   (and the very next minute the music started.  Sigh).

 

poem- tonight April 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 am
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Tonight

walking to the mailbox

I am stalked by mist

The lights blink through

the neighbours trees:

stars above,

down town below.

It’s so black between the lamps,

I expect deep quiet,

beneath the rustle of new leaves,

but the highway hums in the distance.

Trucks travel with an insistent drone

that climbs the hill to my house,

and silence suffers

in the hustle of their incessant transitions.

 

 

 

encircling silence July 30, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:47 am
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This silence is a circle.

Mine says,

“wrap me with warm words!”

Yours says,

“huh?”

So silence encircles,

Mine says,

“compassion is in companionship.”

Yours says,

“shh.”

Silence circles.

 

 
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