Shawn L. Bird

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poem-outside April 29, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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(Napowrimo day 29 is about describing a scene out a window, but this morning I was standing in a doorway observing, so I’ll use that moment).

This morning outside my door,

cacophony of small birds

catcalling to the universe:

Oooh baby! Look at me!

Our place! Get away!

Twittering spring tumult

screeches and titters.

The world persists,

though you have ceased.

 

poem-carvings April 26, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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Outside my window: blue sky, new green.

Promise and potential

A future of fecundity.

Inside my heart: fog, ice

You are gone

The planet is too joyful

for such a day.

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NaPoWriMo Day 26.
The prompt today was for a humorous parody, but as I received the news of the death of another dear person in my life this weekend, humour is not on my mind. 4 great losses in 10 months. What a wearisome year this has been.
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poem-budding April 22, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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Outside the window
new green
We walk by in masks
waiting for vaccine

Spring is a time
for hope
Another year on a
slippery slope.

Daffodils bursting
from the soil
Politics and a pandemic
embroiled

Breathe.
Take care.
We’re almost
there.

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NaPoWriMo Day 22 A little contrast between the hope of spring and the stress of rising numbers of infected folks, including a friend.
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poem-spring? March 28, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:15 pm
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Geese call
mournful fly past.
The year is reborn
Why does my heart
hear autumn’s sorrow?

 

poem-springing March 8, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:52 am
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Oh my!

Blue sky!

If only the promises could be true

that this is is just a preview.

Has spring finally arrived?

 

poem-the forecast made promises March 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:49 pm
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Balmy day

they said.

I shiver in my sweater, wondering

if the air in my classroom is actually warm.

Outside, clouds climb the mountain

I wish I were in front of a fire,

clutching a cup of cocoa,

wrapped in a blanket and your arms.

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(Let’s hope spring will come soon. I am weary of winter weather).

 

poem- I planted them a decade ago April 1, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:15 pm
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What an unexpected gift

revealed by retreating snow:

crocuses planted so long ago

Finally bloom when w most need

symbols of hope.

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(True story.  I planted a couple of dozen crocuses into the front lawn in the early 2000s when we first bought this house.  The bloomed on their own for three or four years before they stopped – likely victims of hubby’s herbicide.  Suddenly, after so many years, 2 popped up this year!)

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poem-falsifying March 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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Oh false friend!

Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,

warm sun embraces,

led to

short sleeves and picnic tables.

Today, an inch of new snow tops the table

and sky is full of malice,

tiny shards of ice,

stabbing the heart of spring.

Winter wins another round.

 

poem- impatiently February 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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If I refuse to wear my boots,

choose a light jacket instead of that coat,

keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,

can I force winter to go?

Beguile spring with my wiles?

 

poem-slowly coming February 26, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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Periwinkle sky

In the eaves trough tinkle the trickles

of melting snow.

Hope for spring

burst by tomorrow’s

forecast.

 

 
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