Shawn L. Bird

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poem-the wave September 16, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:22 pm
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I’m waffle making

and suddenly

the loss of you

is palpable.

Did I ever make you waffles?

Still, your absence at this moment

overwhelms me,

and I fill the emptiness

with tears.

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Sienna dreams April 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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I dream sienna

Sunsets drippppppping

Onto rocks

Carving red rivers

That slice down

…………….down

…………….down

…………….down

…………….down

Like blood bathed tears

Slice flesh.

It is a Grand Canyon of pain

River winding edge to edge

Touching grief upon grief

From the top

Black trees silhouette

Against a flaming sky

scorched earth burning

in the beauty of pain.

 

poem-drip August 29, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 pm
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The little tears

that come unexpectedly

swell memories of you

into my throat and

make my eyes drip with a wish

to kiss you once more.

.

.

(just framed and hung my favourite photo of Dad and me- where I’m kissing him at my wedding)

 

poem- night music August 25, 2014

I was the lone

talentless one

in a room of musicians.

As each took his place,

at his instrument

I turned on the cassette

recorder, determined

to capture the moment.

I collapsed onto

the couch, in

blurry eyed reverie

as the music tangled

in my brain, filled the

basement, bounced

off the ceiling tiles.

The pianist glanced

into my starry eyes

and grinned.

The others teased

between their strings,

but words fell away

in the fog of my euphoria.

His lips curled upwards

on one side

as his eyes twinkled at mine.

When he packed to go

I rewound the tape.

I heard the

mangled mess of a

damaged tape.

Devastated, I

blinked through

tearful eyes.

Everyone  laughed,

but he draped an

arm around my shoulders

and guided me up the stairs.

As his ride arrived

he whispered,

“Don’t worry.

I’ll make you

more music.”

And

he

did.

.

.

.

(Is it any wonder I wrote a book about this? lol  Tonight, I had a flashback.  Thought I’d share.)

 

 
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