Dateless Saturday Night
Her face an apparition
in the mirror of
her window,
she sits alone, apart from the
cool crowd,
plucking petals.
“He loves me. He loves me not.”
Her hand holds one more piece
too many,
the whole world
plucked nodes
on an empty
stem.
The prompt word for the dVerse Poets quadrille challenge is: petal.

don’t you just hate it when you pick the wrong flower? poetic tragedy ❤
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At least you have something other than yourself to blame your loveless state upon!!! ;o)
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Nice poem. I liked it 😊
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Thanks, Stew…
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Unique prompt response, J. My hat’s off.
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Thanks for the hat’s off, Ron.
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I love how this ends – made me smile! Jae
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A great poem, Judy!
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I love how you and Helen chose the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ idea and your quadrilles are so different. Such a sad ending, Judy.
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I think later on in life she reversed the trend, Kim, and had a happy ending!!!!
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How sad. Clever photo face
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The poem has a sad ending, but the rest of her life didn’t, Derrick! Hope that makes you sleep better.
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Thank you so much, Judy
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Ahhh! A sad little tale Judy…
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Don’t Cry, Frewin. She grew up and married a prince of a guy!!!!
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So sad when the number of petals are the wrong one.
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This is incredibly deep and poignant ~
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Thanks, dear Sanaa.
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The title is a precursor to the ending. You need an even number of petals to have a positive ending —- today’s world seems far too uneven.
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No, an even number says, “He loves me not.”
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thanks, Rosemary…
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Great poem, Judy! I’m sure the flower knew someone better was in her future.
Yvette M Calleiro :-)http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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A very evocative poem Judy
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Sad and beautiful.
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Love’s tragedy, unrequited.
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What an ending! It isn’t so bad to be alone on a Saturday night (that’s my opinion).
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No. I’ve spent more Saturday nights alone than in company. But there were years when I was probably regretting it.
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