Shawn L. Bird

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poem- old words May 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:18 pm
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Sometimes it’s clear

there wasn’t much to say.

Some days words are woven into tapestries

of vivid hues and diamond bright

But other days words are wrapped around night,

just vast blackness,

nothing for a reader to hold onto

to pull themselves into the light.

 

poem- dubious June 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:36 pm
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secretly

you scribble,

hiding words,

worshipping

silently.

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So many kids constantly writing, but not handing in their work!  Arg! 

 

poem-filled May 16, 2015

I’m filled with words

Your words.

My words.

Our words.

A story concocted in laughter.

A story unraveling fears.

A story exploding conjecture.

A story that brings forth your tears.

I am filled with our words

softly spoken

I am filled with our words

shouted loud

I am filled with our words

barely whispered

I am filled with our words

lacking sounds.

Your words.

My words.

Our

story.

.

.

Enjoying a lovely weekend with amazing authors like Charles De Lint, Kathryn Para, Anne De Grace at the Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival.  Collected a lovely certificate and cheque for a writing contest prize, as well. 🙂

 

poem-arrows April 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:57 pm
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Sometimes I get the feeling

our words are arrows

passing each other,

feathers steering a fine point

that misses its mark.

You declare a bulls eye,

but your arrow’s embedded in your neighbour’s target.

My arrow twitches in the straw

waiting for another chance.

A quiver full of words

I hope each aims true,

but sometimes the flight path

looks quite different to you

 

poem-following March 18, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:26 pm
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Release your words

Let them go

Have faith that they will flutter like leaves

around

above

upon.

Some will watch and smile as the leaf words go by.

Some will study, approve, disprove, analyze, consider.

Some will see the words upon their landscape, sweep them up

send them away.

One might press your words to savour for another day.

Leaves offer scent, food, shade, beauty, and garden humous.

Every purpose is good.

Release your word leaves

to the purposes they find,

whether they’re what you intended,

or not.

Let them go.

Have faith.

 

 

poem- flying November 20, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:44 pm
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Sometimes,

my CPU revs up

like an airplane,

races down the run way;

my typing thuds unexpected spaces,

but my words take off

and fly around the world.

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(old computer, noisy fan. It does sound like a revving plane!)

 

poem- story place November 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:56 pm
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My words

want a place

up high, where they

can fly in on pieces of sky,

and settle into story.

My words

want a place

where  the stripe of the highway

guides them here and away.

My words

want to sit in

molten sunbeams

simmering as ideas, waiting

to bubble into book life.

My words,

wish the window wasn’t

so far away, and the world

outside did not beckon

with so many responsibilities.

My words

want a place

where time stops,

where only they and I exist

and together, we mold worlds.

 

 

 
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