Wouldn't it be a thrill if one day
someone went shopping
and came home with a parcel that they were eager to unwrap
that wasn't
a MUST-HAVE in the latest color
a MUST-HAVE in the latest color
or a great pair of shoes
but rather
one of my
published books?
published books?
Oh!
To have my verse officially in print
enveloped and validated
standing at attention amongst other voices
waiting in line to be heard
and sampled with sweet surprise.
But one August evening
I lowered my eyes from the clouds of high hopes
I lowered my eyes from the clouds of high hopes
and fixed my gaze on the reality of each calculated step towards
room 325.
The relaxed mood of the room
for the writers' soirée
allayed my fears as I wandered in and
wondered if
there would be room for me in this group of
new as well as experienced writers
who came and went as the tide
casting their collections of
diverse observations
and then
ebbing into the night of the duty that calls.
I initially feathered in like a thin blank page caught in the wind
of blemished perception.
But I left CHANGED
as forgotten locals
were remembered by a published urban poet.
Some one's grandmother crisply read her romantic
short story
ready for submission to a nationwide magazine.
I gave constructive feedback.
We connected.
Maybe one day I'll publish something. Anything.
And maybe I won't.
But in the end, it doesn't matter
because if I
I will have lived to learn
that
there is room for us all.
Please visit the talented artist, Patricia Cabrera at Woolytales Miniatures to see her latest creation of The Black Swan for which I wrote a guest post. She is gifted and her work says it all. Thank you, my friend, for allowing me the honor.
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The relaxed mood of the room
for the writers' soirée
allayed my fears as I wandered in and
wondered if
there would be room for me in this group of
new as well as experienced writers
who came and went as the tide
casting their collections of
diverse observations
and then
ebbing into the night of the duty that calls.
I initially feathered in like a thin blank page caught in the wind
of blemished perception.
But I left CHANGED
as forgotten locals
were remembered by a published urban poet.
Some one's grandmother crisply read her romantic
short story
ready for submission to a nationwide magazine.
I gave constructive feedback.
We connected.
Maybe one day I'll publish something. Anything.
And maybe I won't.
But in the end, it doesn't matter
because if I
I will have lived to learn
that
there is room for us all.
Please visit the talented artist, Patricia Cabrera at Woolytales Miniatures to see her latest creation of The Black Swan for which I wrote a guest post. She is gifted and her work says it all. Thank you, my friend, for allowing me the honor.
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