24 POEMS
I have 24 poems out there, submitted to a variety of print and online pubs. I've never sent out so many at one time before. I think I was hoping that if I sent out that many it would be easier to wait, but it's not. While of course I'm hoping to publish at least one or two, I am also relieved when they come back rejected. I have a pile of very handsome rejection slips in a drawer of my roll-top desk waiting for more.
The Secret Life of Rejection
When they return with a
slight slip
I thrill as if it were my will
all along
the words come rushing back in
mine again
relieved in a way
never shared
out loud.
Ink letters temporarily lost
in entropy
to the unknown musings
of experts?
and lackeys looting through
paper piles
and mine among
waits quietly
for release.
The Secret Life of Rejection
When they return with a
slight slip
I thrill as if it were my will
all along
the words come rushing back in
mine again
relieved in a way
never shared
out loud.
Ink letters temporarily lost
in entropy
to the unknown musings
of experts?
and lackeys looting through
paper piles
and mine among
waits quietly
for release.
posted by J.B. Rowell at 10:33 AM
3 Comments:
I used to court rejection with poems - many years ago - and I understand the releif at the yellow slip - "Thanks, we'll keep you on file." I used to hang them on my living room wall, like other people hung their paintings. Yes, to keep them personal, treasure. Thanks for sharing with me, tho!
Hang in there.... that acceptance is coming! The key is to never give up.
Not sure if I could hang them on the wall, Stephen, that's too much facing reality for me! Irene, thanks for the support - even if they aren't coming, that's okay, I'll keep up the boomarang cycle of submitting.
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