Putrid Memory

When
I smell
her perfume
there is no joy,
like a rotting fish can spoil a sea breeze.

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In response to Robert Brewers call for a ‘Fishy’ poem
and Poetic Bloomings asking for the use a the Tetractys form
Shared at Poets United

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6 Comments

Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

6 responses to “Putrid Memory

  1. yes, the person behind the perfume
    can def taint what could be a wonderful smell

  2. Yoiks, I could almost smell this poem:)

  3. Woah! Some bitterness behind this one . . .

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