Fuel
Nothing burns so bright
as a bad poem no scribe
admits it but something
in the rotting rhyme and
wayward verse ignites
like kindling one suspects
the sweat and passions
invested only to be scorned
I drop two rejected sonnets
in a fire and enjoy a heat not
felt since my novel was returned
Copyright © Dave Gregg | Year Posted 2021
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