by Glen Martin Fitch
In one bowl
scoop in truth
with fine milled grains.
Too much is data,
less seems trite,
though which way will affect
the wisdom this contains.
Next measure beauty,
cause too much is kitsch
and less seems dry.
Tradition makes this rise.
When foaming mix
(or you'll get lumpy prose)
Then knead the words
to build good lines
that ties it pliant, firm.
Next leave it it's repose.
While ferment builds,
the magic's starting,
for it's up to chance.
Then, when it's at it's prime,
you punch it down.
Then punch it down once more.
Next shape to form,
let rise, and
bake in time.
Then test it if it is done.
You'll pay for haste.
This sonnet's hot and fresh.
You like the taste?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011