Prove. Yourself. Write.

Hello. Even though Steve and I have been snowed in for several days this month, I have not had the desire to write.
Although there are individual and collaborative writing projects in the works, it has been a struggle to write, or do anything.
However, I mustered the energy to write a poem for Martin Luther King Day at the Century Center. The poem is based on a previous blog entry; I dedicate this poem to T., and to all my other writerly friends. Please feel free to make a copy and put it near your writing space for inspiration.


Prove. Yourself. Write. (2014)

Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Some days
I have to repeat this mantra
to myself.

Some days
I have to put the fear of rejection
on the shelf.
Some days
when I receive a rejection
from an editor
stating that “we are sorry to inform you…”

that my writing
isn’t literary enough
to take space on the page
and that twenty-first century rejection
is no longer worth
a letter and a stamp.


Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Prove Yourself Write.
W-r-i-t-e.

The sting of a rejection email
Still resonates
The sting of a rejection email
still penetrates
my heart chambers
but my poetic heart
beats on

The sting of a rejection letter
Makes me momentarily
want to press the off button on
the laptop and hang it up
Hang up the life a writer.

No way.
Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-r-i-t-e.
Prove Yourself Write.
W-r-i-t-e.

Rejection email
sparks a fire under my--
seat
Because I live for words
and live my life with a
drummer’s own beat.

So,
Prove the nay-sayers wrong
And prove yourself write.

Prove. Yourself. Write.
W-R-I-T-E.
And just write.