Poem In Process


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. 



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