Hi Ryfkah,
An interesting poem! I like the contrast between a chicken that's possibly 
had a drab life that's ended on a plate and some free living bird that's 
lived as birds are intended to live.
But I'm wondering if the poem could have a bit more meat to it! The nootion 
of: "a bird/ that glides into a cobalt sky/ unfettered" seems a tad too 
bland, too ordinary, to me! I can see what's been a bird that's now just a 
bit of meat on a plate from your description - but I can't see the bird 
that's flying! I want details.
If the poem shows me more of this bird then I guess the next stanza might 
change as well. We have a phrase where I live and hear things that says 
"they're like two love birds" - is that part of what you're aluding to?
I feel the title you've got is daring - it keeps me focused on the start of 
the piece. makes me think that something not too nice might happen to the 
birds that's flying as well. Are you intending it to be a poem that has such 
a bite hidden in it?
Bob


>From: Ryfkah * <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New: Chicken Fried Steak
>Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2006 23:26:53 EST
>
>Chicken Fried Steak
>
>Unlike chicken fried steak
>you are not tasteless
>in need of salt and pepper
>to cover the underlying oil
>
>You are more like a bird
>that glides into a cobalt sky
>unfettered      saturated with
>seasoning and terrific taste
>
>I yearn to cradle you in my nest
>my heart's bosom
>my soul's chamber
>feed your mouth with my kisses
>
>No wish for tangible substance
>I feather our hands like wings
>entwined in constant love
>a contemplation at daybreak
>
>a silhouette in the sunset
>
>Ryfkah 3/18/06