Body of Work

Sometimes when I'm scribbling on a scrap of paper, I turn thoughtful ... and when that happens I try not to spoil the mood by talking too much.

Today's poem:

BODY OF WORK

No massive volumes

nor learned footnotes

preserve my tracks,

no ripples mark

my gentle passage,

yet my being here,

scribbling away,

may have made

a difference

to someone else.

If that's the case,

I am pleased,

verging on proud,

of my body of work.

© 1996

(originally published in Anterior Poetry Monthly)

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Today's word: verging

Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:

Thank you so much, Featheredpines. Hearing someone say that is ... well, my highest reward.