Shawn L. Bird

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poem-sijo April 20, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 am
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Day 20 NapoWriMo prompt is the sijo, a Korean form. It’s a triplet with lines of 14-16 syllables, each divided. Conflict, development, resolution with a twist.

The school bell rings; kids enter one by one, masked, alone in the crowd.

They ignore the rule to space themselves out, clamouring for comfort.

Teens want to crush close together, as they stare at their phones.

 

poem- pandemic life December 2, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:28 am
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It is a wearisome year

Each new day weighs heavier

than yesterday.

 

poem-listening November 21, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:11 pm
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Story time:

Lose yourself

Find yourselt

 

poem- hollow September 21, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:24 pm
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I can hoo-hoot in the empty rooms

a lost owl listening to an echo

where there used to be you.

 

poem-fire season September 6, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:00 pm
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Goldenrod sky

Fire in the distant hay

My stolen breath

 

poem-special delivery August 31, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:14 pm
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Two raw hazelnuts on the back deck.
Delivery from a rat? a squirrel? a passing crow?
I guess that’s something we’ll never know.

 

poem-invisibility November 16, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 pm
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You have to pour paint

over your transparency,

if you want to be visible.

 

poem-The Poetry Retreat is Over July 9, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:05 pm
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The Poetry Retreat is Over

I am the last to leave.

The GPS battery is dead;

I don’t know where to go from here.

 

poem- gentle October 27, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:55 am
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In your gentle embrace

everything that overwhelms

is erased.

 

poem- springing March 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:47 pm
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Little horns of sunshine

exclaiming on my table,

‘Daffodils mean spring!’

 

 
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