Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- twisting September 7, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:26 pm
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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

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:33 pm
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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

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

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:56 am
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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

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:24 am
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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

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:32 pm
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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

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:28 pm
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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.

 

 

 
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