Shawn L. Bird

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poem- the end November 28, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:18 pm
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such a long time

in the making.

planned so long ago.

waiting.

injury

healing

tiny steps

tiny steps

tiny steps

make the journey

so

long

but here we are at

the

end.

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August 2018 Nikolette Jones and I bantered out the plans for 3 Nikki Knox stories that I would write by August 2019. Unfortunately, August 28 I suffered a brain injury that meant time off work, therapy, and a long road of recovery. I have been dabbling for 2 years with the 4th book, and it is FINALLY finished! It is two years late, but it’s here at last! Nikolette is busy with the art and there will be a new, lovely Nikki Knox 4 book compilation out in the next few months! Yay! It’s so good to have a brain that’s working again.

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poem- later July 10, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:22 pm
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I expected

in my youth

a natural ending.

You railed against presumption.

Never!

Always!

Hyperbole spun us out,

Now our orbits can’t intersect.

I was okay with that,

until I wasn’t.

We’re not supposed to break promises,

even irrelevant ones.

Curse nostalgia.

 

poem-forgiveness November 4, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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This is forgiveness.

Left alone, forgotten, until you

became a dessicated husk.

Discovered, remorse poured on you,

and you rested, recovering,

absorbing all you needed to heal.

One year.

Regret poured onto you.

Two years.

Faith surrounded you.

Three years

You offered a single bloom to give us hope.

Another year.

Patience.  Trust.

This is what time and forgiveness bring:

full flowering!

Ah, the anticipation of your full celebration

makes me dizzy.

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True story. Took my Christmas Cactus outside to enjoy some summer sun (2014?). Forgot it there.  Come fall, it was a wizened shell.  It’s taken years to recover, but it HAS! What a metaphor for tragedy in our lives and the patience we need with our recovery.

 

 

poem-begin April 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:46 pm
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The NaPoWriMo prompt today asks us to consider a photograph through the perspective of a poem in another language.  The poem I am using is in Finnish: Alku, by Piia Pälä.

Seasons unfold

Silently.

Above,

Truthful music, ancient turning.

Below petals open.

Three full moons glowing in spring sky,

Chasing the sun,

On hopeful wind.

Enter into light, solitary,

Still.

New week

Re-enter reality.

Photo: open door

Original poem:

ALKU:

Kaiken kantanut kausi kumartaa,
hiljaa kääntyvä aika katsoo myötä.

Taivaalla taittuvat tiehyet,
muinaisten tinojen toteutuneet taiat.
Uudemman ajan tiiviimmät terälehdet.

Kolmesta täysikuusta kasvaa kaivattu kevät,
auringon laiduntama rypsipelto ja
toiveikas titaanien tuuli.

Sinne mennäksesi kulje yksin valoa kohti.

Ollen ajan oma, ja silti.
Sinun todellinen hetkesi on tässä.

~Piia Pälä.

 

poem-middle February 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:37 pm
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You were middle aged

when we were twenty-seven,

but we didn’t know.

I feel like I am just beginning,

but you have ended.

I can not get my head around

this unexpected cutting

of a thread that should still be winding

through our tapestry.

 

poem-familiar face October 30, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:24 am
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You look familiar,

I said.

Where do I know you from?

We listed things we do,

things we did,

places we go,

people we know.

Nothing in common.

It was weeks later,

I saw you through the crowd,

and realized I’d seen you in my mirror

forty years ago.

 

 

poem- humming April 12, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 am
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I feel your humming.

Though you are far,

the vibrations of your present loss

reverberate.

I am humming

remembering you

near

nearer

nearest

wrapped around

my memories

squeezing like

a garbage compactor

humming

as it crushes

moments into

memories.

 

 

poem-there November 28, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:31 am
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In the early morning

the view is clear;

we can see for miles.

As day emerges,

clouds obscure our vision,

our perspective decreases.

Clarity before obscurity.

Peace before busyness.

One to hold the other at bay.

 

poem-rocky July 11, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:41 am
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He says she’s not a pebble.

He says she’s more like an interesting rock formation.

Ah, but rock formations were once mountains

as mountains become pebbles

in time.

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This mountain fills all we can see

I step this way.

You step that way.

Distance grows until we have disappeared from view.

From where we are now, we can each squish

a mountain between our finger and thumb.

 

 

poem-small June 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:36 pm
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Onyx eyes,  black beads,

glisten with wishes,

please take the gift,

toss gently, I’ll retrieve.

It’s only time between us;

you are almost all I’ve known of love,

though you may grieve

for what has been before;

I am now, and while I’m still small,

you’re all I want and need.

With time between us,

your love for me will grow.

 

 

 
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