Perhaps, this may be
the last back to school autumn
With next year’s falling leaves,
will I too be leaving
on the breeze ?
Poem- I love your way of being in the world February 6, 2020
Your best feet forward
heels tapping
vamp it up
booting out negativity
sole savouring
stepping out
high kicking.
Squeal all together now:
“I LOVE your shoes!”
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poem- twisting September 7, 2018
White,
twisting,
writhing,
flashing.
Black,
sizzling,
scorching,
smiling.
Red,
faith,
courage,
blood.
Yellow
bright,
hopeful,
dreaming.
Blue
bubbling,
pushing,
pulsing.
Colour me
a turning rainbow
sensational
essence
life.
poem-present February 18, 2018
A present for her
that’s really for him.
A present for him
that’s really for her.
Who needs a gift, really?
Presence is enough.
poem- humming April 12, 2017
I feel your humming.
Though you are far,
the vibrations of your present loss
reverberate.
I am humming
remembering you
near
nearer
nearest
wrapped around
my memories
squeezing like
a garbage compactor
humming
as it crushes
moments into
memories.
poem- possible impossible November 7, 2016
Possibly,
I’m
impossible.
This posterity
of probability
poses immortality
prompts immorality
indulges the impossible
creates possibility
from infinity.
Assures
I’m possible.
poem- missed her April 12, 2016
He
mistrusted her
misted her
missed her
Ah
mystery
miscellany
misogyny
Yes
his miss
he missed
through mist
For
miss
such mister
she must.
poem- (almost) free March 18, 2016
The bell rings for two weeks of freedom.
Free of schedules.
Free of expectations.
Free of responsibilities.
Except those embraced
freely.
poem- slightly November 9, 2015
I’m here in my office,
not looking forward to this meeting,
shivering, despite my wrap,
thinking how I’m much rather
be wrapped by you.
poem- fill March 8, 2015
Clean fill wanted.
Fill ‘er up.
Free fill.
Post buffet belly full.
Fill the empty space, erase the years.
Botox?
Not free.
But fills
Shawn L. Bird 