Shawn L. Bird

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poem-gathered November 3, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:03 pm
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Three

gathered around a table,

finding worlds

in words.

Three

gathered in a moment,

plotting destinies,

with pens.

Three

gathered in contemplation,

changing everything

with imagination.

 

quote- writers January 5, 2018

Filed under: Poetry,Quotations,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:08 pm
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“Writers are different,” said Waldegrave.  “I’ve never met one who was any good who wasn’t screwy.”

~Robert Galbraith (aka J. K. Rowling) in The Silkworm.

Uh oh!

 

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-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- greeting May 31, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:31 pm
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So welcome are you

the eagle soars to your window

and grebes dance across the water,

all eager to hear your

words on the lake.

 

cannibal art May 15, 2014

cannibal art.

I’ll be referencing this in one of my introductions of Diana Gabaldon this weekend.  Workshop? Key note? Banquet? Come to Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival in the Shuswap this weekend and find out which!

 

 

poem- tribal longings May 3, 2014

I miss my tribe.

The house is full of pessimistic

scientific thinkers.

I can’t coax them into poetry.

“I just can’t appreciate it,” says one.

“Poetry.  Yeah.  Whatever,” says the other.

They analyze and ruminate with

cold logic.

They don’t hear the wind’s song,

or feel the blackbird’s call.

I am a lone poet boat tossing

on their scientific sea.

But soon, my tribe will come.

I will be immersed in the language

of verse, pressed into prose.

I will know the companionship

of a crowd of like minds,

feeding on the energy to

fuel our words,

until we come together

again.

.

.

Just 2 weeks until Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival here in Salmon Arm, BC

I’m looking forward to learning from Diana Gabaldon, C. C. Humphreys, Gary Geddes, Ursula Maxwell-Lewis, Carmen Aguerra, Carolyn Swayze, Howard White, and more!  It’s always a fantastic weekend for a bargain price.  You should come.  Seriously.

 

 

writing- advice I wish I’d had January 13, 2014

Filed under: Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:14 am
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This is a great series worth reading from C. S. Lakin at  Live Write Thrive who  interviewed authors about what they wish they’d known before they started writing their novel.  This link takes you to the final post in the series, so you may want to poke around her blog a bit and read the rest of the series.  It’s a really good source of information for writers.

 

poem- writers December 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:51 pm
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Writers live life, twice, trice;

their words are worth most any price;

they wish, they dream, they dice & slice;

they craft their words, they stretch & splice;

Writers fly to many heights;

they make you see amazing sights.

Writers live most when they write.

 

listen May 24, 2013

I am here

to listen.

I want to savour each word

of the story you create

to make meaning of the world.

I am here

to listen.

I want your words to come

clear on the air

to my ear,

each one a gift.

I want to listen

So speak your passion

in whispers and shouts

enunciated

truncated

dissipated

like leaves in fall

wisked away by wind.

I want to capture each one

so your story

becomes part of my story,

so I can raise my voice

sing my song,

tell my tale.

We share together:

I am;

hear.

.

.

Tonight I was at the Shuswap Association of Writers Coffee House, presented annually in conjunction with Word on the Lake Festival of Readers and Writers.  I heard some amazing writers and poets read, some were easier to appreciate than others.  I like when the poet savours his/her words, and crafts the reading like a performance piece, so you can experience the poem.  I dislike when a poet tosses off meaningless dribble, and then explains it, and the explanation is a better poem than the poem, itself.  Bad form, famous poet, bad form.  There was great stuff to enjoy, though, as there always is.

 

 
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