Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- suspended December 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 am
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We are waiting.

The cloud reclines darkly above the lake.

The snow line drops lower.

The cold creeps and seethes.

Inside, bricks channel the chill.

Children vibrate, “It’s coming!  It’s coming!”

It’s so hard to sit still and concentrate.

Adults sniffle and cough, mutter, “Soon.  Soon.”

They dream of freedom, warmth, of sleeping in.

Christmas holidays can’t come

quickly enough.

 

poem-breath time June 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:59 pm
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Time for breath

at last.

Breathe in freedom

from responsibilities,

to anyone but myself.

Inhale inspiration

Exhale exhaustion

Breathe free.

 

poem-journey February 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:47 am
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There is anticipation

in the preparation

equal to arriving

at the destination.

 

poem- home March 28, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:09 pm
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Home from the boarding kennel

Dogs drape themselves

on the carpets,

snoozing noisily.

Canine vacation was exhausting, too.

 

poem-expectations January 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:25 pm
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“We’re not going to a show,”

he said. “They’re too expensive.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding sagely.  “Right.”

They’d travelled all that way

to a sleepless city of lights.

Shows every night.

Wild crazy sights.

She’d packed for a night out.

“I get it,” she said,

smirking to herself.

She waited for his

inevitable surprise,

as he took her for

long walks in daylight

until her beautifully shod  feet ached.

Then he napped.

She smiled at his

preparation for a late night

and she practiced her

astonished expression.

First night.

Second night.

Last night.

She gaped at him,

heading to an early bed.

Surprise!

There really is

no surprise.

 

 

poem- travel December 30, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 am
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The case is packed full

of memories and you are

preparing for the trip

back to routine.

All that remains

are the images in the

camera and in

your mind.

 

 
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