a poem in my pocket

“Prosery” linked to dVerse poets where Melissa hosts prompt to write 144 words and include the Emily Dickinson quote.

She finished the first draft of her book, a short memoir of sorts. It was precious to her, like a child, and she felt timid to let it out into the world. She asked a teacher friend to read it in its entirety, and requested her to please edit, hoping the process would be gentle. But waiting while her friend edited, was painful, almost like labor. She was, after all, birthing her “firstborn” !

Besides the angst of wondering whether her words were worthy, the new author wrestled with a big choice: to submit to a publishing company or to self-publish? Such a personal project seemed best shared with family, a legacy for the grandchildren. They would be the audience most interested, she reasoned. She would self-publish and give copies away. To concur with a brilliantly prolific poet: “publication is the auction of the mind.”

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porcupine people

have soft warm underbelly

if loved beyond quills

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Inspired by “The Best of You” podcast, episode# 203

today (and everyday)
you are the master Potter;
i am wet malleable clay

form and fire me into
your image, as a vessel
both beautiful and useful

like porcelain pitcher
and wash basin, to cheer
and refresh weary travelers

to shine, elegantly off-white
(my basin be slightly crackled)
fill this pitcher with holy water

lovely and ready on wash-
stand, eager to humbly serve
dusty people where needed