Possibly,
I’m
impossible.
This posterity
of probability
poses immortality
prompts immorality
indulges the impossible
creates possibility
from infinity.
Assures
I’m possible.
poem- compensations November 4, 2016
It’s a grey day
frost in the air,
but at least I’m greeting it
in a great pair of shoes.
poem- consequences November 2, 2016
Ah!
The cries that ensue
when actions take their logical consequences!
But!
But!
But!
We’re on Earth, you know..
Oh, you might not want to feel the impact of gravity
but if you jump, you will fall.
Suck it up, buttercup.
You did the crime, you get the time.
Rant all you like,
but effect always comes after cause.
It really shouldn’t be such a surprise.
poem- me then October 29, 2016
In the mirror
the shape is me then
and the then clothes still hang in the closet
for me now to wear.
In the mirror
me now studies the style of me then
likes the posture improving shoulder pads
and ponders the difference between
retro-style
and
outdated.
poem- morning October 28, 2016
Good morning
dull day
grey day
full day
Good morning
dark day
play day
work day
Good morning
poem-circles October 24, 2016
I’m
circling
I’m
adding,
growing, and
learning.
I’m
becoming
the dream me
I see her
in
laughter
applause
award
I’m
circling
up to the prize
it’s closer
and
closer
with every
word.
.
.
I just came back from the annual Surrey International Writers’ Conference. My first year there, I successfully pitched to a publisher. My third time I successfully pitched to an agent. When I first started attending, I admired the amazing writing of the winners of the $1000 Storyteller Award and the humorous writing by the winners of the 75 word Silly Write contest. I dreamed of winning those contests. I’ve entered a couple of pieces 5 or 6 times over the years. This year I didn’t have a project to pitch, but I submitted to both contests. I was short listed for the Storyteller (3rd year in a row short listed for a writing contest at SIWC!) and my entry came second in the Silly Write. I was thinking “Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.” 🙂 On the other hand, I feel the precipice I’m standing on- I am appreciating the fine line of difference between good and great.
When several hundred people are laughing at your jokes and cheering when your name is called, you can’t help but feel inspired.
You know how there comes a time when the craftsman requires particular tools to create true art? Because of the amazing craft workshops I attended (Donald Maass, Diana Gabaldon, Susanna Kearsley, Shari Green) and meal conversations (Larry Brooks, Nephele Tempest, Jack Whyte) I feel like I’ve been given the master tools that will make the difference to leap off the precipice and FLY. I feel that intangible sense that things are about to change, and I’m excited!
poem-embracing October 23, 2016
Here we are
embracing our passion for words
learning from craftsmen
risking ourselves on the page
and handing the paper for critique.
Here we are
together for celebration of what we are
who we are
writers
powerless to resist the compulsion
powerful enough to create worlds.
poem- golden October 19, 2016
We wind through shadows
shimmering within touching distance of cloud,
and you appear,
golden valley
illuminated like a glimpse of heaven,
glistening beauty in the morning glow.
Shadows driven away,
by hope for this new day.
poem-anticipating October 18, 2016
Once,
I’d count down days to him.
My pounding would steal my breath at
the thought of him.
I observe my obsession from a distance
laughing at my absurdity,
thankful to have exorcised such ghosts.
.
Now,
thinking I’m seeing her soon
illuminates my being
with not-so-secret joy.
I acknowledge my obsession
in a collectitivity of compatriots
thankful for opportunities
to rub against greatness.
poem- real October 17, 2016
I am a Velveteen Rabbit
watching from the edges
loved tightly,
letting go,
becoming real.
Shawn L. Bird 