Shawn L. Bird

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poem- knowing May 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:39 pm
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She knows

what paints the gold in your eyes

whispers voices in your ears.

Perhaps it is darkness?

Others know the intermediary

of your change.  Respect and memories.

Lost wisdom

Lace of ages

You have been chosen.



(Reading Robert Jordan’s Eye of the World)


poem-puppies December 4, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:49 pm
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Teen-agers are

loudly gregarious.

Their laughter magnified by tousles.

People who are afraid of them,

would not be, if they saw them

collapsed upon my drama room floor

giggling like so many puppies,

or arguing about their favourite authors

around the tables in the library.

Though even wolves

are adorable

when they’re little.




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