Unseen Words Poem by bob barci

I write the words they read,
read, so they claim.
And like too, so they say.
I send my words to my 'publishers'
to print in their magazines.
I send a few each month.
Keep them supplied in words I write.
Keep them up to date, too.
Yet, my words never get to print.
I get passed by every time,
while others over-crowd the pages.
Some words do slip by, into print,
although they are too few
and much too far between.
Still I get a once in a while praise.
Rather odd, I think.
How can anyone praise my words
if no one gets a chance to read them?
Do I have the writers' plague
or some other fatal disease?
My style is free verse
like so many others.
Rhyme ain't my type,
as I write as I speak - unrhymed.
You say I'm not commercial enough.
How can you be so sure?
You've never over-crowded me on your pages.
Give me a green light
and you will see
how my words spread like fire.