Write-Place

 Thoughts - A Poem My best thoughts come while washing up ...  Perhaps they feel for me, the tedium of the chore, as they wallow in the murky depths, of the sink. They try to  take me by surprise, and send me rushing to find a pen  before the idea disappears, leaving pools of dirty dish water on the kitchen floor. Another job to do.  Perhaps my epitaph will read  "Here lies the makings of the world's greatest poet. Thoughts lost for want of a towel". Brenda

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. 

 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.

Poem In Process I start in the slush queue un-noted, unseen, unread waiting for another's perusal  for the start of a journey Released, revised, replaced I can 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.