Shawn L. Bird

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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.



poem- fill March 8, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:24 am
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Clean fill wanted.

Fill ‘er up.

Free fill.

Post buffet belly full.

Fill the empty space, erase the years.


Not free.

But fills


poem-new March 1, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:56 am
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The birds return

set sights on sites and sing

in fervor with that mating thing

You take to the road

push pedals for a hundred k

while I wait for petals,

seek something to say

and all of these are just the way

we mark each new spring.

Me.  You.  New.




POETS! You are cordially invited to contribute an original poem or link to Today’s exploration- POEMS OF PLACE.  Please feel free to comment instead, about your environment and how it contributes to your writing.


poem-costume construction February 28, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:26 pm
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They’re hiding out at Huyter’s House

amid tutus and two by twos.

Keren constructs costumes and walls

Her production can not stall

(though reproduction’s done, y’all).

Garage transformed to costume shop

Gladly reformed for custom stops.

Accost tutus and two by twos,

Keren will hand a hammer to you!




(For my amazing friend Keren, of Huyter’s House of Costumes, because the dance studio productions don’t really care whether the new sewing room is finished or not!)  🙂


poem- The Light Returns February 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 am
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Through mourning,

the light returns

brushing softly

touching tenderly

with morning.


“The Light Returns” by Elaine Holmes
Charcoal on board 4X6 feet
From collection of J&S Bird


We just hung this large, stunning drawing in our house.  Elaine Holmes is an artist and teaching colleague from down the road.  I fell in love with the piece at an exhibition in the Salmon Arm Arts Centre called “Dark Nights” 10 artists celebrating the solstice.  We’re delighted to own it!  It just asked for its own poem.  🙂


poem-surly December 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:24 pm
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This morning unfurling itself

I have awoken surly.

The low clouds match my mood

The sky is surly, too.


Inside the house,

the Christmas mess mocks

in its surly aftermath.


The snow plow

dragging itself through the city

scrapes with surly determination.


My surly swirl of grumpiness

has me in good company,

it seems.


poem-wordwise August 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:20 am
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World wise

word wise







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