I haven't been sending out poems regularly -- last year I submitted work maybe three or four times, total. But this year I have a goal to reach 100 submissions, and after working for four days straight, I'm already at 17 (and 2 acceptances!).
So I'm working with my "circulating" file, and I'm going to retire a few poems. Here's the first one.
Where a Poem
Where a poem will come from
this morning, I don’t know.
I’ve searched through books, sifted
through a stack of loose papers,
rubbed together two old poems,
hoping for a spark. But all
the poem wants this morning
is silence. I have to wait for it
a long time, pen in hand,
notebook open like a snare,
before the poem, of its own
volition, comes.
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