“cracked stucco”

Written for:  The Twiglets #276 - cracked stucco

When the stuccoed wall
had dried, a crack appeared
in the shape of a bird.

Are you stuck? Oh,
sorry.  Made me
crack up.

he stands appalled
with onset of Spring weather
she paints stucco pink

                 A man enamored of stucco
                painted their bedroom cocoa.
                The room looks much smaller,
                said his shocked wife, Paula,
           like I'm stuck in a sandwich minus mayo.


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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7 Responses to “cracked stucco”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    Love those last two, Sara


  2. Jules says:

    All Fun…. The last; stuck between rye and a hard place? 😀


  3. Loved the light humour.

    Liked by 1 person

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