Poem In Process

 Poem In Process

I start in the slush queue

un - noted , unseen, unread

waiting for another's perusal

for the start of the journey

perhaps with a request for change

coming from a holding place.

Released, revised, replaced

I can now 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 you curious and wondering.