Shawn L. Bird

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poem-flashes February 8, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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I’ve forgotten your name,

but one glance at the back of a pear-shaped girl

in a tight striped top and jeans,

brought you sailing through the years.

Short, feathered hair.

Acne scars.

Knock-kneed shuffle.

Booming laugh.

Where did I know you?

Whoever you are,

I hope you’re happy today.

I hope your life has been all you dreamed.

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poem-lingers April 10, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:15 am
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It’s all just possibility,

isn’t it?

The hopes

The dreams

The wishes.

What ifs that linger about us

orbiting like electrons, protons, neutrons

Actively giving us

possibilities

if only we can combine the other elements

to bring them to reality.

 

Poem- Once January 14, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:50 pm
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Once upon a time

when someone was laid up

visitors would send cards

friends would deliver flowers

your buddies brought balloons

until the sick room was transformed

into a jolly place, papered in good wishes.

Now,

the wishes are all virtual

and the distraction is digital.

If only the pain was, too.

 

poem- hidden October 18, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:37 pm
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In the hidden folds

a tiny desire rests,

A covert longing,

unacknowledged.

You sense it’s there

a tiny, unseen lump,

caught in the fibres

of your life.

You ignore it,

though you feel it

nudging

incessantly.

You keep it secret.

Until finally

you must pick at it,

stretch threads apart,

catch a corner,

then pulling,

and pulling,

and pulling,

like a silk scarf

from a magician’s wand,

more,

more,

more,

until the room is filled

with the vivid kaleidoscope of colour

the  billowing

reality of your unspoken dreams

coming true.

 

 

 

fondness May 12, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 pm
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In your glowing eyes

I see fond memories of

what was not to be.

 

 

 
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