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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

ping-ting-twanging

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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