Shawn L. Bird

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poem- droning October 8, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:00 pm
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Through distant waves of consciousness,

I could hear the bagpipes.

I strained to identify the tune:

Something familiar, but not quite

recognizable.

When Malcolm was five,

he longed to play the pipes,

and listened blissfully to recordings

of pipe and drum corps.

At twenty-five, it seems doubtful

he’s returned to this youthful passion.

And still I hear the droning buzz

through bleary wakening,

until with a click,

he turns his razor off.

.

.

(true story)

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10 Responses to “poem- droning”

  1. Dreams, wishes and reality coalesce into one familiar sound. Electric razors even ones sounding like bagpipes seem a bit sonorous so I’m injecting a little Maple Leaf Rag by Scott Joplin for your listening pleasure. Enjoy.

  2. Cyan Ryan Says:

    You liked my post just as I was reading this lol I like it.

  3. narble Says:

    That’s just a great sleepy moment.

  4. syl65 Says:

    Crazy funny, Shawn 🙂

  5. I can imagine a band, comprised of people playing household implements- the New Washtub Ensemble!


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