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The scent of honeysuckle, sullied by the sacrilegious.
The taste of the tasteless, tacit tactless
The feeling of the feckless, reckless recluse.
The sound of the souciant —
The sight: The nuisance of The Renaissance!
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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Comments (4)
Absolutely Beautiful. Nicely Done!!!
This is awesome!
Gosh this was so clever. Fab writing.
Oh I absolutely love the word souciant! Your poem was fantastic!