Shawn L. Bird

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poem-far January 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:41 am
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You’re too far.

It doesn’t matter that it’s only a day.

I feel bereft without my back up.

Knowing you’re at my back

is my security,

against myself.

Don’t be far

for long.

 

poem- retirement project May 5, 2015

Filed under: fun,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:56 pm
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That old shell of a van

might make a fun project for you.

Just think, when it’s done

you can make out in the back with a hot chick,

or at least a chick with hot flashes.

.

 

poem- perhaps April 26, 2015

Perhaps when

.   you are dead

I will find a cache

.   of hidden love letters,

.   diaries,

.   poetry

all proclaiming your passionate

.   yearnings,

your adoration recorded

.   day after day.

Moments captured on paper

.   trapped filaments of bliss

.   flashes of us through your eyes.

Perhaps

I will find a cache.

Perhaps

.              not.

 

poem- connected January 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:37 am
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In the day

they brush past one another,

utter essential words,

questions,

instruction.

But at night,

they brush against one another,

whisper non-essential words,

passions,

exhortation.

 

poem-turn back time January 7, 2015

In Outlander,

Jamie, the good husband, is always giving his wife, Claire,  good advice.

He gives advice to keep her safe.

Stay here in this clearing, away from the soldiers.

Sage advice.

Stay here in the hold, away from the pirates.

Good counsel.

Claire, a modern woman with a mind of her own, makes her own decisions.

Her decisions often run counter to Jamie’s.

Invariably, Jamie has to bail her out of the trouble she’s landed in,

because she didn’t listen to him.

Today,

my good husband came home for lunch and said,

“Don’t go out there.  It’s treacherous!  I had to put down salt,

to melt the ice on the driveway!”

When he returned to work,

I saw the mail lady come.

I’m expecting a parcel.

There’s salt down.

What’s the worst that could happen?

I stepped on islands made by salt pellets

down our steep drive,

crossed the slippery road, and was within a meter of the mailbox

when I was splayed out on the edge of the road like a frog.

Ah!  So that’s the worse that could happen.

Stay here in the house, away from the ice, he’d said

And after, my good husband didn’t even say,

“I told you so.”

Oh, if I could turn back time!

.

DSCN1452  5 hours in Emergency because I have a spiral fracture in my ankle, and apparently orthopaedic surgeon will screw in a plate tomorrow, but at least I don’t have to pay anything for this adventure thanks to Canadian MediCare!

🙂

Outlander is written by Diana Gabaldon.  It’s an amazing historical, time-travel, adventure, romance, amazing novel that you should read.  My husband adores it, and tried to get everyone he knows to read it, as do I.

 

poem- yet May 20, 2014

You gather me into you

Entangling limbs and

Tickling kisses on the neck.

Your breath tangles in my hair

Escaping through quivering tendrils

Trembling into the night.

.

Your heartbeats drum against my back

Exquisite timpani.

Time stops.

 

poem- beautiful October 27, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 am
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I love you

I want to be with you

he said

but I can’t ever call you beautiful

I’ll say lovely

and that’s better

She nodded uncertainly

wondering what that meant

Years later

she reminded him of his words.

I was an ass,

he said.

But he still could not

bring himself

to say the word.

 

 
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