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Until I Sneeze – Poetry Reading By Kirby Timmons

Watch the Poetry Reading of UNTIL I SNEEZE:

Poem Read by Becky Shrimpton

Get to know poet Kirby Timmons:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

I guess the theme of “Until I Sneeze” is that we all have little annoyances in our day, but only if we look at them that way. I’m a writer, and it just seemed like my morning sneezes aways came right when I had a good line or two, then after the sneeze, I couldn’t remember them! I decided to turn that experience into a work of its own. Looked at a certain way, every little mishap we have during the day is worthy of inspection, reflection and perhaps even a poem!

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I’d love for people hearing my poem to be reminded, “yeah, that happens to me sometimes”, but they were just annoyed by it, whether it was a sneeze or whatever. And to look at the little annoyance in a different way, as a kind of “proof of life”, really. As the kids say these days, “it’s all good”.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I’m mostly a prose writer and have been doing it since college when I had a brilliant, supportive english teacher, Mrs. Lange. She put me on the road to being a writer and reinforced in me that, whether it was prose, or poetry, or a shopping list, writing is a discipline that can help shape your experience of life. I never forgot that, or her. Thank you, Mrs. Lange!

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

Ralph Waldo Emerson would be tops, both for his choice of subjects and his approach. Of course, Carl Sandberg is up there, too, along with mostly other american transcendentalist poets. I love poetry collections and have found reading them helps center me in this crazy world where words are mostly used to “sell” us things. Nice to go back to the simple use of words to communicate a feeling, a thought.

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Most poets read their own poetry, to themselves… endlessly! It’s part of the process of getting it “right”, of honing that one last line that’s out of meter, to find its place within your overall structure. The idea of hearing a professional actor’s reading was such a plus and a lark, I just wanted to see what that was like. Ok, there was a discount going on, too… I had been honored some years ago with the Grand Prize in the WildSound Spec TV Script festival, and that was such a great experience. So, the poetry festival just seemed like a natural for me.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I’m a screenwriter by trade, having written for television, corporate training, motivational scripts and even some speechwriting for Steven Covey and others. Haven’t yet sold a feature script, though several have been optioned, and there’s one in the works currently. Might even be an entry in an upcoming WildSound festival.

7) What is your passion in life?

As a senior, my passions have shifted from career orientation to just living and sharing life and love with my two adult sons, and a special person in my life now. And of course, writing always — you know, scripts, poems, shopping lists… it’s all good!

Until I Sneeze, Poetry by Kirby Timmons

GENRE: Funny, Life

Until I Sneeze
By Kirby Timmons

We’ve all got our rituals to jumpstart our lives;
To get our buzz on ‘ere we exit our hives;
Some will not speak till they know what they’ll wear;
Others will hide till they blowdry their hair.

For some it’s coffee, or a shower or a joke
For others a kiss, or a drink or a toke.
Some aren’t conversant till they read the front page;
Others check Facebook for advice that is sage.

Depending on last night if you went on a bender,
And which margarita mix you poured in the blender,
Your morning may be a bear, or as nice as you please,
But I’m not really there till I’ve had my first sneeze.

We all have our pecadillos as Johnny Carson once said,
But sneezing is “de riguer” ‘ere I get out of bed.
There’s a full day ahead of me, like it or not,
But I’m not going out till I’ve blown out some snot.

An odd thing, I know, this needing to sneeze:
Maybe its allergies, or some rare disease,
I’ve fought it, and stifled, and squeezed at my nose,
But that just postpones the requisite blow.

One day my routine went completely awry,
With no sneeze forthcoming, in a sad state was I.
I tried to curry favor with the obstinate thing,
Snorting pepper, even curry, the reflex to bring.

I humbly attempted to push through my day,
But bad luck and mishap all aiming my way —
Credit cards declined; traffic signals all red;
Exhausted, defeated, I returned to my bed.

When suddenly a tickle up from my keister,
I coaxed and coddled, and finally unleashed her:
A SNEEZE, reverberating throughout the bed!
And a feeling of calm swooned all through my head.

And suddenly, I felt I was ripe for the day,
For whatever and whoever might come my way.
A king, or a house of publisher’s clearing,
I’d tackle them all, all lambs for the shearing.

Jubilant, confident, and not a bit hostile,
And all due this explosion released from my nostril!
Twas then I accepted: no day could work out,
Should no “proboscis unblockus” at first come about.

So, a bird’s got his wings, and an elephant his trunk,
And flipper’s got his fins without which he’s sunk.
Each in their realm’s got their “sina qua non”,
And each must find what helps them move on.
The flowers have their blooms, and the bees have their knees,
but I will not flourish in days such as these,
Until I roar back, and unleash a good healthy sneeze.