Free-range Poetry by Bruce W Niedtnot cloistered in the coop of self-absorption,
not injected with fat adjectives,
not pumped with hormonal angst,
but trotting in fields of experience,
pecking at sun-dried grains of metaphor,
lean and muscular, moving with languages energy,
and when processed, seared on the hotbed of verbs,
blackened grill-lines of imagery,
a meal not to stuff, but to satisfy 07/16/2003 Posted on 07/16/2003 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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