Sometimes opportunity knocks and for varied reasons we choose not to answer. The usual excuse is fear—fear of failure, or of being disappointed. And then there are those times when we choose to move across the room of safe familiarity and open the door; perhaps due to encouragement from a well-meaning acquaintance, only to find beyond the open door a world not meant for or perhaps simply not ready for us or what we have to offer. But if we love to ride, we must climb back into the saddle and continue down the path. We will never reach our destination if we cease to move toward it.
Maybe This One
A banging at the door startled me
And staring at the small peep hole
From my desk across the room
I wondered who it could be
Hesitating and then deciding
I should probably at least
Glance into the beyond
And see who… or what was knocking
Through the peephole of my life
I was amazed to see a celebration
A banner boldly displaying my name
Revelers dancing beneath it
I opened the door slowly
To a chorus of loud cheering
And watched as a woman
Bustled toward me smiling wide
I asked what was going on here
She said a party for me had begun
To celebrate my sure success and fame
My participation was required
I grabbed a pen and boxes of my latest tome
And grinning wildly rushed into the fray
A table was there for me to sell my wares
And I quickly took my seat behind it
Well-wishers stopped by
A handful of books were purchased
Then the last reveler slipped away
Vanishing into my thickening fog of dismay
Leaving the pen on the table
Carrying the almost full boxes
My shoes squeaking with each step
I went back into my room
Closing my door
A bit harder than I’d intended
I hid the box
In the dark of my closet
At my desk once again
I hesitantly began to type
Spirit lifting as words began to flow
Half smiling then, and thinking, maybe this one
Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn
Sharing this on dVerse Poets Pub’s “Meeting the Bar: Creativity” feature. Anna has invited us to write about, “a time when you’ve experienced or championed the immersion of creative flow; the agony, disappointment, or rejuvenation of a creative U-turn”. I may have missed the mark with this one, but I gave it a go.
Susan said
Bravo! You nailed the experience, hopes and disappointments…Your intro was as grand as your verse!
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Susan! I’m glad you liked the intro as well as the poem.
brian miller said
hahahaha…nice…a littlle glimpse….fame is that fleeting you know…only as good as the last thing you wrote and far too soon forgotten…you did not miss the mark…fun with a point…
charlesmashburn said
Thanks, Brian! I appreciate the comment!
ManicDdaily said
Ha! Sounds like a great party. Don’t think you missed the mark. Unfortunately, when I leave parties like this my boxes are full of books that didn’t sell. And they are heavy. (Ha.) Keep it up. k.
charlesmashburn said
Same here, k! That’s why I reference hiding the rest of the books in the closet. I’ve got a bunch of ’em!
Thanks for the visit and comment!
Sherry Mashburn said
“A celebration of your sure success” . . . ABSOLUTELY!!
charlesmashburn said
Well, like ol’ Randy Travis said, “It’s just a matter of time!”
claudia said
smiles…i don’t think you missed the mark…i like that the lifting of the spirit happened when you were alone, typing…think that’s what it is about…it’s not the praise of the others that keep us going but the pure joy of wriiting
charlesmashburn said
Exactly! I write because I love to write; success of any kind is just icing on the cake!
Thanks for the cool prompt and the nice comment, Claudia!
Linda Kruschke said
Love the tenacity in that closing stanza. Perseverance pays off eventually. Life will knock us down, but we have to always get back up again. I think you done a great job with the dVerse prompt. Peace, Linda
charlesmashburn said
You are so right, Linda! And rest assured, I am not one to give up!
Thank you!
Kim Nelson said
Fabulous and fun and full of expectation. I like this very much, Charles. Feel as if I just attended a rockin’ good party. 😉
charlesmashburn said
Thank you, Kim! Life is what we make of it!
MarinaSofia said
If we didn’t have that hope against hope within us, why would we bother writing? A really unusual take on this – I enjoyed it very much.
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much! Yes, we must always hope!
Tony said
You have books! People have bought your books! You’re way ahead of me, Charles. I still marvel that people head over to my blog to read my stuff for free 🙂
charlesmashburn said
Ha! Yes, I have three–two novels and one inspirational book–and have sold a few. And I still marvel that people read my blog, too!
Thanks, Tony!
pandamoniumcat said
Glad you rounded the bend of disappointment, with a never give up attitude…as a cool little fish once said “just keep swimming” Next time that box will be lighter I’m sure. Terrific take on the prompt.
charlesmashburn said
It’s a tough gig when you have no name recognition, but no, I won’t give up! NEVAH!
Thanks, Dianne!
Raivenne said
Opportunity knocks, fame comes in on a tick, but so quickly tocks; especially to us no names. Yet we pick up our pens and keep on plugging away. Those boxes will get lighter. Love your take on the prompt.
charlesmashburn said
I agree! Thanks for the great comment, Raivenne!
Felipe Adan Lerma said
how on target charles, really like this! 😉
loved the beginning,
“staring at the small peep hole
From my desk across the room” –
what a great way to give perspective to the unknown 😉
then several touching lines (among the gestalt of all of them) :
“Through the peephole of my life”
and
“My participation was required”
and of course,
“Half smiling then, and thinking, maybe this one”
thanks so much 😉
charlesmashburn said
Thank you very much, Felipe! I apprecite the wonderful comment!
Felipe Adan Lerma said
my pleasure, best wishes charles 😉
Anna Montgomery said
This is an excellent response, emotionally honest and well told. I also enjoyed your introduction as fear can be such a powerful deterrent to putting ourselves and our work out into the world. I’m happy that you picked up the pen again as the only way forward is through.
charlesmashburn said
Oh I never put it down, Anna. I just wrote with a limp for a bit, til I could get my stride back.
Thanks for the visit and nice comment!