I'm not so sure how to begin
but needing to find my place in
   poetdom!

Started writing—the muse's call
always knowing I am the small
   poetling!

Each day I scratched my thoughts on air
until my clumsy hand found there—
   poethood!

Words that would make my mother cry
a joke that lights the evening—my
   poetry!

Whatever the shapes or sounds or themes
I'm making worlds inside my dreams—
   poetise!

Written for dVerse MTB: Compounding the Stem

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff

Evaluate the worth of your attention
Time is the only real thing you possess
Let the small stuff go without a mention
Let go of any unnecessary stress