Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-white July 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:18 am
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The sky is white

dotted with turquoise,

mountain silhouettes

carved on the horizon,

one tree branch curls

like a finger,

beckoning

to adventure.

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poem-journey May 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:37 pm
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From my backyard swing

I see you on your journey

flying high above me.

What joy or sadness will you bring

in a public celebration

when you arrive at your destination?

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View from the swing in my backyard.

 

poem- grey June 29, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 pm
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I can not move today.

The sky is heavy

and I am immobilized

by grey.

 

poem-grounded March 10, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:06 pm
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Bald eagle

standing on turned over earth

Watching the cars go by on the highway

(or pretending to,

to give the small creatures

an illusion of safety).

Bald eagle

normally surveying

road and field from  high above

is checking out a new perspective.

I wonder whether he prefers

dirt to sky?

 

poem- quilting world March 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:29 am
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The lake is charcoal flannel serge

bound with an ermine edge

beneath a quilt batting sky.

 

 

poem- choose pink December 7, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:11 pm
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“No, honey!” the mother said

reaching across that table and plucking

a crayon from her daughter’s hand.

“The sky isn’t pink.  Here,

use this blue crayon.”

The little girl blinked tears.

The teacher leaned over,

and studied the picture.

“What a beautiful sunset

you’ve drawn!” she said.

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For Charlotte, who is teaching crafts at the art gallery, and is amazed at some parents.

 

poem- sunset November 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:28 pm
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The lake

is a puddle of pink paint

reflecting  clouds glistening Klimt gold

in a sky fixated on fuchsia.

 

 
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