#Writeclub #Cliche
The scribbler sat at his easel,
reading between the lines.
It seemed like a literary masterpiece –
but instead of a rose-petal sonnet,
he’d opened a can of worms.
His girlfriend wasn’t talking –
something serious had to be done to repair that bridge
he’d cross that bridge when he got to it….
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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