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.