Years I spent
typing out my words
on old typewriters,
folding, sealing, stamping, mailing
waiting.
Waiting to hear
from publisher,
editor,
friend.
I had to include stamps
for my own rejection slips.
NOW
I sit in my pyjamas,
coffee mug in hand
computer screen
showing someone likes what I posted.
Acceptance
is no longer about payment.
Poetry
can fly around the world
without stamps.
And rejection
no longer felt
as someone deletes
my sentiment.
©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
Thanks Cookie.
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