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Fresh Meat Fridays #6

Here at FMF, you will find my latest, uncut creations fresh off the fire-hot grill of my mind. These are poems that were compiled earlier in the week but which have not yet been workshopped/refined. I hope they will give you some idea of what goes on in the mind of a poet (or at least this poet) who is attempting to create a piece of art from the ether of artistic creation.

the sonnet of a new day

the ping, ting, twang

of the wind chime


its symphony

over my head

with its crystal

butterfly bellies bumping

into one another,

their tiny glass insides

changing colors—

green, orange, yellow,

red, blue and green again—

was a most poetic way

to start my day.

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