Let Wednesday Be Couplet Day 2

“Honey don’t you just love the smells
that linger in these history site shacks?”

“Honestly, to me it wears like
despair saturated hope

who had been happy on
embarkation for these foreign

shores; granted their era knew
little but war; so leisurely strolls

to feed ducks on lakes homemade
bread crumbs pretty much messed them up


About Seeker of the surreal and the streamy

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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