Shawn L. Bird

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poem- weathering May 31, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:58 pm
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Blue sky

Slight breeze

Rocking of the lounge

Toss the dog’s ball

Feel summer approach.

Thunder in the south

Booming concussion shakes the land

Storm brewing

Run or

Hold fast?

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poem-storm June 8, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:56 pm
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Another storm warning.

Cotton clouds turn into coal smoke,

Flashes splice the sky.

We’re drenched by pelting rain,

until it blows by again.

Wouldn’t it be nice

if the newscaster flashed

storm warnings

about flashes of temper

and drenching tears,

so we knew to stay indoors

or prepare our rain gear?

 

poem- ominous omnipotence November 24, 2016

The clouds sink

obscuring hills with billows:

silver, grey, charcoal, black.

Heavy clouds in cold air

ready to coat the highway with danger.

We gaze out our windows

wondering whether we’ll get home before

the first storm of this winter.

 

poem-stormy July 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:21 am
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Lightning has sliced the sky

forced apart air until the earth

is shaking with fear of it.

 

poem-white November 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:46 pm
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Streaks of white flash past my windshield

like I’m entering hyper-space,

hoping not to be hit by space debris

(or other cars)

’cause that’d end my trip real quick, wouldn’t it?

No one really likes  driving the highway home

through a snowstorm.

Where’s Han Solo when you need him?

 

poem-changes October 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:22 am
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The rain has stopped

Thunder in October?

The world has changed.

The wind blows off the dead,

flings pieces of forest in a mad dance

to burial & rebirth.

 

poem-waving September 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Between the slats of the Venetian blinds,

I see outside the window, to frenzied frolicking

blue spruce bouncing

pine tree pirouetting

maple making waves

beneath a grey sky

dancing in time to my wind chime’s tune.

 

 
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