Shawn L. Bird

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poem- eager November 16, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:32 am
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I’m checking today

Again.

I checked yesterday

And the day before

And the day before that.

Each time,

I catch my breath,

before I click the key.

Open.

Enter.

Hopeful.

So far,

No news.

But

I’ll keep checking,

Until I

Know.

.

Oh!

 

poem- count down December 16, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:53 am
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We’re counting down now.

Hour by hour.

Minute by minute.

Escape’s almost in our power.

 

 

poem- best laid plans September 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:12 am
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Anticipation building.

Preparations made.

At the back of the mind

Really?

Surely there will come disappointment

instead of you?

 

poem-journey February 24, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:47 am
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There is anticipation

in the preparation

equal to arriving

at the destination.

 

poem-waiting October 19, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:47 am
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Maybe, they told me.  Maybe.

For stretches, for weeks, it’s a same old day,

but my brain starts to hum whenever I remember,

Maybe, it tells me.  Maybe today.

.

.

Oh! The anticipation!  Will it be?  Won’t it?  It’s like waiting for lottery numbers to be drawn.

 

poem- now May 24, 2014

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:55 pm
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Now

I remember

what I wanted to ask.

I wonder if…

this

that

the other.

Right.

I had meant to ask

about that, hadn’t I?

But in the excitement

all the good questions

fell out of my head

leaving a joyful

explosion of

now.

.

.

.

.

.

This could mean anything, because of course it happens all the time, but specifically today, I had 3 questions wander through my brain that I’d meant to ask author Diana Gabaldon in the 90 minutes we were driving from the airport in Kelowna to Salmon Arm for Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival. Yesterday another one floated through.  I suspect many more will show up in the weeks to come.  Oh well.  We’ll just have to have her back!  🙂

 

heart pounding contest entering September 9, 2012

Filed under: Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:04 am
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My heart is pounding as if I’d just been running a race.

Was I?

No.

All I did was push “Send.”

I find it interesting, in a curiously analytical way, that one little finger drop, a quarter inch of movement, can cause such palpitations.

The last time I felt like this, I was dropping a manuscript into the mail.

And so I am again, I suppose.

A short story is off to a Big Contest.

Big as in:  Famous judges.  Serious cash.

This is the kind of contest that

has professionals entering:

the ‘in some circles rather famous’

kind of professionals.

I’m joining the game, and now begins the wait.

How close to their skill am I?

Will my entry wallow in the  ‘not quite there’ pile

or shine in the ‘consider this’ pile?

I’ve done all that I can do.

It’s gone,

and my heart pounds a tattoo of farewell.

Now we wait

to see which possibility

unfolds.

 

 
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