Years I spent
typing out my words
on an Underwood typewriter,
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
is no longer felt
when someone deletes
my sentiments.
©Sharron R. McMillan
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Thank you Gunta. I have quite a collection of rejection slips so I do appreciate it when someone ‘likes my words.’
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“I had to include stamps
for my own rejection slips.”
That must have hurt. I find this WordPress or blogging community to be far less hurtful and more encouraging. For what it’s worth, I like your words… 🙏
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I listened to a webinar today where the Sidhe were quoted as saying that to lose our shorelines is not nearly as disastrous as losing hope. We are encouraged to connect with the planet with hope and love and positive energies. It spoke to me. I was listening to the silence of a tree recently and “it” “told” me to listen with my heart and to live from my heart, not my head. I felt an immediate change in my mood and energy. Such a gift. Maybe your trees would say the same! ❤️❤️❤️
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But I can still take beautiful pictures. 😉
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Yeah, I hear you on that.
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Thank you, yes though I’m finding it harder to be positively creative in these days of uncertainty.
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It definitely has changed! But we can still keep writing 🙂 ❤
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Such a relief of the soul, a quiet, peaceful way of memory and heartfelt moment of time and thoughts to share. Quite a change I’d say🤗❤️ 🖊
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