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Free-range Poetry

by Bruce W Niedt

not 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 languageĀ’s 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 © 2021 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/18/03 at 01:30 PM

Excellent food for thought and soul Mr. Bruce!

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