It Happens

I had received an e-mail earlier today that a couple of poems that I submitted will not be published in a magazine. In other words rejected.
I'm not disappointed by any means. It is the nature of the beast and the beauty about blogs is that individuals can display their writing and art work.
It is what artist's do when they display, submit, show their work to an individual or to the masses. They give them a part of thier soul.
So I will continue to do what I always do. Submit more work and keep at it.
It is the creativity that feeds me. Not the glory.

Love Is Short

And one has a sorrow that never was said,

And I smild as she passed with her goods and her gear,

And that was the last I saw of my dear.

Lyrics from

"She Moved Through the Fair"