Please take care,
I know her not.
She is tall and fair.
Wherever shall I take her?
Take her home
That is bold
Not yours but where she does roam
And alone leave her?
You don’t care.
I would but you said leave her.
This is for a dVerse prompt: The Quadrille is really quite simple when you boil it down: pen us a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title. Include some form of the word “Care.” I hope you enjoy! 😊
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Stuart, I love how “take care” becomes a funny mix-up that slowly shows the speaker really does care.
~David
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Thanks David! I thought it was a fun thing to do. 😊
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I love the openness to intrepretation of this poem, well done! 🩵
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It’s been very interesting seeing different reader’s interpretations, especially with the addition of the picture which was not written with it in mind. Thanks for reading! 😊
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She must be saved, it’s worth a shot!
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What do you have to lose right? 😁 Thanks for reading!
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Maybe her beauty is a distraction… probably is a keeper.
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Keep her? He doesn’t even know her. Hehehe Pretty distractions are some of my favorite kind. 😁Thanks for reading! 😊
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I’m sure she’s worth saving, even if she’s merely decorative.
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We’re all worth saving to somebody we hope. 😊 Thanks for reading!
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An ambiguous and gentle tension here. Lots of blanks to fill in. I like it. 👏
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So glad you like it. 😁 Some of the best stories are the ones you make up yourself.
Thanks for reading! 😊
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Nice! This sounds like a Simon and Garfunkel song to me, kind of like Scarborough Fair.
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Sort of a reverse Cecilia. 😁 I could live with that. lol Thanks so much for reading!
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