Today at dVerse Quadrille we are asked
to wrote a 44-word poem using the word “touch”.
He cried out,
fingers
instantly blistering,
the tender skin
red and peeling
like
a
scalded
tomato.
Whimpering pitifully,
he went in search
of his
mother,
hoping for
a
gentle
touch.
“Foolish boy.
You were
warned
not to
touch;
now you must
pay
the
price.”
NAR©2024
44 Words
The Rolling Stones, “Play With Fire”
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Poor by! High price to pay 🙂
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Yes, it’s an awful thing!
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I’ve been paying the price for years lol..great poem and song…
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Thanks, Dylan.
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😊😉
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Say one thing and they do the other. We’ve probably all been there at some time or another.
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I know I have and just like this little boy, I needed my mother to make it all better
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Mean Mom! Of course, I have a sister who would IMMEDIATELY touch something my mother told her not to… just to see why… 😉
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And I bet she never touched the same thing twice!
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Probably not 😉
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Thanks for following and for your comments.
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My dad might have said something like that to me if I did wrong, but not my mother.
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Most mother’s aren’t wired that way, thank goodness.
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I winced on your first stanza (ow!), and then smiled as the Stones song.
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Believe me, I winced too …. especially while skimming through images.
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Yikes!
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Oh!
It reminded me of my grandmother telling my brother not to pick at his scab. He didn’t listen, and she was not very nice about it!
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Kids! Always picking at something!
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Oops! Not kind at all.
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Some mothers are like that, Sadje.
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I know but still not kind
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No. It’s horrible.
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😢
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I actually found it difficult to hit the Like button because that poor little guy needs his mum’s love right now.
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But you were able to get beyond your gut reaction because you know I don’t think it’s ever ok to behave this way and it’s just a poem.
No one in their right mind could be cheering on this type of heartless woman.
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Ouchie … Hell it must’ve hurt … and Frankie sneakily raided my backpack this afternoon and eat the doggie treats … his been ‘warned’ before, and now he’s in the naughty corner … 🐶
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Oh, poor Frankie! 🐶
I approve your choice of vids! 😎
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Frankie is quickly forgiven 🐶😍
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I just bet he is! 😁
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Ouch!
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Poor little boy.
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