Poems crowd together,
being sorted
like kids in PE class.
Popular kids first
Intelligent kids next
Then intuitive, quirky kids.
But after that?
Many sad poems
that didn’t make the team?
.
.
.
(compiling poetry for collections.)
I sift and skim
reflecting:
Are you strong enough?
Are you fresh enough?
Words combined and aligned
into sensation and celebration
Are you vibrant enough?
Are you true enough?
I sift and skim,
selecting.
.
.
.
Today I am working through a collection of poetry that’s been sorted once by theme, then by non-poets for accessability. Now I’m trying to find the very best to submit for publication. I have to weed out half. It’s a challenge! I feel sad for the ones I pitch. 😉