When I
begin
a poem,
I seek
resonant
sound
from words.
Spark.
Broil.
Crisp.
Black.
Crème brûlée
would be
the next
logical
step for that
word bank.
When I
begin
a poem,
I seek
resonant
sound
from words.
Spark.
Broil.
Crisp.
Black.
Crème brûlée
would be
the next
logical
step for that
word bank.