Words from Inside My Head

This isn’t a poem, or at least, it isn’t meant to be, just a blurb about how I have added some poems that, when you see them, you can’t read, unless you have a password. They’re “Protected”.

They aren’t protected from you (dear reader), but from being read before they’re read-y to be read, either because I’m still working on them, or because I’ve submitted them somewhere for publication. Or both.

Most magazines won’t accept a poem for publication if it’s been published somewhere else already. And social media and blogs like this are considered “published somewhere else”. Which seems ridiculous to me, perhaps because I know I have so little time left in My Life as a Poet.

The likelihood of my poetry being “published” in what’s left of that life is “un-likely”; I worry that I’ll lose my mind, or my ability to write or think, or that I’ll drop dead, with poems I’d like to share being left somewhere in limbo land, unpublished and unread. Except by the small poetry group (in the real world) I belong to. And I suppose, by those who have enough interest to ask me for the password for the Submitted category poems.

Someday before I die, I hope to self-publish a little (free and give-away) chapbook with my poetry, which perhaps a great great grandchild family historian/genealogist will discover and read and enjoy – but who knows – I won’t.

(Poems related to this post – For Whom the Ambulance Rolls , Everything Changed and Poetry is like magic or therapy or meditation)