A Silly Cinquain

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform
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He clung
on to the heart
of a fun-loving tart
who never told him she would change.
How strange.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to A Silly Cinquain

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    haha! this could be the theme tune for too many well-known players out there.


  2. ManicDdaily says:

    Agree with Kerry. The song could also be done in counterpoint with change expected. Thanks. Happy new year! K.


  3. Zoe says:

    Ha. This is great.


  4. Some hold on to a possibility or peer through a rose colored lens. Love it!


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