Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-you did it May 15, 2019

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for Tai

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You’ve always been a mountain climber.

Sometimes climbing means tumbling to the valleys.

Sometimes it means diving into sparkling mountain lakes

and becoming entangled with weeds

that pull you down.

Who knew you could drown while climbing?

You’ve always been a mountain climber.

Sometimes every part of you aches for a break,

longs for the plateau.

Rest.

But you keep climbing,

because sometimes, when you stand on the summit,

see the world laid out before you

a carpet of overcoming,

you see all the opportunity;

you see you can fly.

 

poem- missed August 25, 2018

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Your eyes glow

when you see me across the room.

It’s been a long time.

You’re still wearing your heart

on your arm.

Once again,

I feel appreciation for your admiration,

awkward it’s still unrequited.

Oh, the confusion of my youthful charms.

Thank you, for

reminding me

so sweetly

who I used to be.

 

poem- obliviously December 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 am
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Max and Jenn were in our grade eight classes

and our grade nine classes,

but then, they were not.

Where are they? asked the teachers.

Whispers replied to one another in the back rows,

I saw them outside The Royal Anne.

They’re turning tricks.  Doing drugs.

We blinked at one another that our peers

would make such choices,

muttered, How terrible.

We slowed down our lives to peer into the

accident scene of their lives

from a safe distance,

but did any of us go downtown,

and offer them a different option?

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This is a forty-year old memory.  Where are they now, I wonder?

 

poem-dull April 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:23 am
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Your wits are dull

Your eyes are glazed

Your ambitions are low

You are dull

There is nowhere

for you to go.

 

poem-hopes and fears February 23, 2016

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You know everything

at least you think you do

and constraints of adult expectations

are irritation to you.

So that older guy on social media

successfully calls you

offering freedom and attention

and you leave confidently,

but we fear your bravado

will crash into a predator

and send you cringing home

your security crushed

forever, by the wisdom gained

too late and too painfully.

 

poem-used to be January 5, 2016

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There they used to climb the hill

to escape their parents, and that was

a place of firsts.

First kisses.

First cigarettes.

First adventures.

If only all our hills were so full

of glorious promise.

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Had a visit to the local museum with a class.  We learned all sorts of tidbits! 

 

poem-taped December 17, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:25 pm
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Once upon a time

you sent me cassette tapes in the mail,

one sided conversations taped in the car

on your commute to the radio station,

elucidating the state of our universe

and illuminating that eternity

I was so fond of,

while people glanced from their vehicles,

confused or amused as you talked to yourself

but really me.

Once upon a time,

I talked to you,

but really myself,

elucidating the state of an imaginary universe

that would not become real,

no matter how many words wrapped around it,

or how many miles of magnetic tape professed it.

Once upon a time

we shared a fairy tale,

and when I listen to us now, I wonder that we ever believed

in the intensity of the narrative we told ourselves.

 

poem- first September 23, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:03 am
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Happy birthday, you said

bending over to kiss my cheek.

And with my fluttering heart and flaming blush

I decided that was my first kiss,

that all the others did not count.

Because I wanted my first kiss to come from you,

my heart believed it had.

 

poem- valley June 8, 2015

We’re nestled here between the hills

protected from the harsh winds

warm and basking by the lake.

But you are bored,

you’re ready to escape,

to see what lies beyond the valley

and so we wave farewell

knowing after adventure,

home calls the blood.

 

poem-choose strong May 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:40 pm
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You can not choose the circumstance

that fights to keep you down,

but you can choose how you respond;

you can choose to be strong.

Whatever trauma shatters you,

Whatever hurts you feel,

The weakness is just temporary;

You have the strength to heal.

 

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A fitting conclusion to yesterday’s poem, today’s piece reflects the message of Robb Nash and his band who played for the high schools of Salmon Arm today. I’m glad to part of Shuswap Rotary which supported Robb’s visit. Read more about Nash’s astonishing life story and inspirational work here: http://www.robbnash.com

 

 
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