Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- Minus 26 degrees January 13, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am
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The moon lingers in blue sky,

listening to Styrofoam™ squeaking boots

on crispy, cold snow.

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Poem- Buried January 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:22 pm
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You are small

boisterous

black

bouncing

excitement,

eager for the ball,

but

the snow is deep

and when you chase

you

disappear

into a crystalline abyss.

Such gleeful eyes

burst from the bank

and shake off

that which buried you.

 

poem- solo December 3, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:02 am
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One

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tiny

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perfect

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snowflake

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falls

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through

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empty

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sky.

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Intrepid?

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or harbinger?

 

 

haiku- winter night February 12, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 pm
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Silent winter night

Snow falling peacefully ’til

the plough comes scraping.

 

poem- drifting December 10, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:09 am
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Snow flakes drift by,

washing the world white.

Cold drips down my neck,

scarf scratching,

steps slipping,

breath billows in small clouds,

miniature factories.

Trudge through the flakes

filling the sky,

painting a picture of

a world wiped clean.

 

 

 

poem-falling November 21, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:52 pm
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Snow is falling by the window:

down,

slanted,

sideways,

sparsely,

heavily,

quickly,

slowly.

Everything is possible;

you don’t need to know.

Just rest at the window,

watch the snow.

 

 

poem-first snow November 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:11 pm
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Grey morning:

sky falls in fragile pieces

past my window,

lies,

white clouds upon the ground.

This morning

I can touch the sky.

Cold comfort.

 

 
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