***This was written in responses to a prompt to us only words that start with consonants. I took inspiration from a story I heard once about a great poet. In response to a bet that he couldn't write a grippingly sad poem in 2 lines he wrote, "Baby shoes for sale.
Never used."
So here's my consonant only poem:
The woman bought baby clothes
The man returned them
They cried together
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Evolution of a Dream
PoetryThis is a place for ongoing poems about my real thoughts and experiences. The first part is from decades ago. The second was from the day it was published. I'll try to indicate in future parts what version of myself wrote it. This "book" is for me...
