Poem In Process
I start in the slush queue
Un noted, un seen, un read
Waiting for anothers perusal
for the start of the journey.
Perhaps with a request for change
coming from a holding place.
Revised, replaced, released
I go on my way
towards acceptance and publication
or to be felled by the scarlet slashes of the correcting pen.
But maybe, I will silently withdraw
and leave myself curious and wondering.