Poem: A Quiet Smoke

Denigrating my own work.

A Quiet Smoke Poetry, the real stuff, the serious thing kindles in the mind, internal heat that builds to finally to burst its flame upon the page An Instantaneous combustion of thought as might raze a loft of new green hay My work is verse at best, a struck match that flares momentarily, then blown out A blaze to light my cigarette, hands cupped My words will never burn a building down, but then a quiet smoke is what I’m after

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.