this may be the last poem

I will write.  Is that the case?

I’m not really sure.

Is it the thousand thousand

not yet messages from editors?

Not really, although I have been

told my submissions do not

fit the current needs, and even that

an editor’s process is a mystery

unto itself.  Whatever that means.

It just seems that my words

are making their way into new

directions, no longer ready to stack

up like stanzas.

As I put together my second

poetry collection, stringing experiences

and moments, I begin to think,

Maybe I will make a return after

a short creative nap.

Or else my words will continue

as long strings of prose, as researched

writings, who knows?  Egads.  I almost

just rhymed there.

Yet, definitely time for a poetic

break, at least for now.