Shawn L. Bird

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

poem- push on January 28, 2018

Filed under: Poetry,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:28 pm
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We labour in monotonous isolation

Words falling onto pages

magic spells

new worlds

It might be good.

It might be worth sharing.

It might just be,

what it needs to be for us

to set our demons free.

Isolation and monotony,

and then someone

you respect

says

“Such lovely prose!”

or “beautifully wrought characters”

or “Loved it!”

and you think there’s hope

for your imaginary friends

and your imaginary world

and your imaginary dreams.

Labouring becomes inspired

by encouraging analyses.

 

poem- deep December 12, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:44 am
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I’ve fallen into a fog

that fills my head with cotton

and adds sandpaper to my throat.

Bed sounds like such a good idea,

but work requires my presence.

Mentally, I’m home, buried under quilts.

Physically, I supervise workers,

who all wish they were home in bed.

We may lack spirit for spirit week;

but today is pajama day.

How apropos.

 

poem- flourishing April 22, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:23 am
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Last year,

we met to discuss how we were flourishing,

what made this place so wonderful,

so welcoming,

so special.

This year,

I read your words about us,

and my body weeps at what has become

of our once wonderful

welcoming,

special

place.

Tension in my shoulders.

Stomach churning.

Nails bitten.

Eyes clouded.

Head throbbing.

Make do with less until there is nothing left.

Remake what was precious and original

into tiny boxes that shove our innovation

into boring cookie cutters

and the only flourish is from the arm

cutting us to fit.

 

poem-this place October 20, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:55 am
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For years I’ve been waiting to be in this place

where creativity, exploration, and delight for the job

make every day a fulfillment of what I wanted it to be

Where traces of our joy leak from the doors and windows

Where faces laugh and there is genuine care and knowing,

so going the extra mile feels like walking home,

because each of us belongs.

 

poem- change June 9, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:04 pm
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We are flexible and contented

We dance in the halls and laugh in the staff room

We inspire and challenge, stretch and strive.

We welcome opportunity to grow and improve

with new members to our team.

But.

leadership must embrace our joy.  We have a culture of YES.

We ask “how can we…?”  Not “Can we?”

Today, we’re afraid.

.

But

we wonder how can we

make this change create even greater opportunities for our kids.

 

poem- journey November 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:17 pm
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Snow falling

dancing white specks

journeys from heaven

quickly absorbed

in mundane.

.

Plane flying

leaving white trails

journey from you

quickly absorbed

in fast lanes

 

anecdote- colouring eyebrows October 10, 2014

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:45 am
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Over heard in the staff room:

K- Even if I don’t wear any other makeup, I have to wear mascara: my lashes are white!

S- Me, too.  I use it on my eyebrows, too.

D- What!? Why don’t you just dye your brows?

S- Meh. That’d take time for an appointment and money.  Why bother, my hand’s up there doing my lashes anyway, it’s just an inch further to do a brow.

K- But mascara is so crusty!

S- So? It’s not like I want them billowing in the wind or anything.

🙂

.

.

(At work, they haven’t learned to say, “Don’t put this on your blog!” yet) 😉

 

poem-drain September 23, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:39 pm
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Like tepid water

we’re floating in

the faintest current,

flowing toward

a trickling drain

that empties

us into hollow

cavities

in evening.

 

 

poem- planning May 6, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:17 pm
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Ponder the options

think for awhile

jot down the image

consider and smile.

Take steps, even small ones,

stay out of the holes,

and before you know it

you’ll reach your goal.

 

 

poem- mountain climbing August 29, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:01 pm
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I thought I was at the base of the mountain, ready to start climbing,

but I realise that I am actually

at Mountain Equipment Co-op

looking for supplies.

I have to be on the mountain

ready or not

and I need ropes,

and crampons,

and carabiners.

I need to know how to climb.

I want to climb

I want to see the view from the heights

know I’ve conquered my fears

risen above

fought a good fight.

So I am heading to

the base camp, looking up,

and starting the climb,

armed with attitude

perseverance,

hope,

faith,

and desire.

I will climb this mountain

step

by

step.

 

 
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