In the early days, when I received an acceptance of something I'd written, I felt like dancing on the table in celebration.
In all honesty, I never did dance on the table (or anywhere else, for that matter). But I did feel like dancing, and the table seemed the appropriate place ... then.
I still don't dance on the table.
But then I got an e-mail from Finishing Line Press, publisher of "Chance of Rain," my collection of poems all about rain, or its absence ...
Gist of the e-mail: "Congratulations! Your book is now listed on Amazon.com ... "
Oh, wow! I was so excited about that ... and I still am ...
But now, the poem:
REFLECTING
Winter rain
tricklesand skitters this evening
as it travels down the slope
of my skylight, like spent
minutes picking their way
through another lonely
night, or a speckled mirror
held to reflect the tangled
yarn basket of my mind.
©
2003(One of my poems from Chance of Rain, a small, limited-edition collection, issued by Finishing Line Press)
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Today's word:
dancing
1 comment:
I think the thrill of something like that is just as great as experiencing acceptances in the early days :) If these days I could get UP on a table I think I'd dance too! Congratulations! Cheers!
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