A roundel regarding a rejection letter received from a journal for a recent poetry submission.
If helpful, you may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
“Not use”, your note, written back to me
On my poem by which I deduce
That your statement of merit, impartial decree
Means my words are unwanted, no use.
This, my rejection; you mean no abuse.
You’re being efficient not crappy,
Not poetic, just clear, not abstruse.
But these words keep coming, won’t let me be—
Whisper in rhymes, with phrases seduce
To turn the lock, use imagination’s key,
I try to resist, but it’s no use.
© Randall Edwards 2017