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ABORT! ABORT!

I read the signs
Like printed words:
You aren’t mine,
You’re just a flirt,
We don’t align,
Our quatrains hurt
In seven lines.

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Beata Agustin

September 15, 2026 at 10:46 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Brian Sambourne

September 13, 2026 at 6:38 PM

I love your succinct seven line poem that hits at incompatibility like a dart striking a board. To be a flirt, not to commit, and thus no harmony of purpose conveyed in seven revealing lines that poetically catch couple misalignment. An excellent posting!

Sara Kendrick

September 13, 2026 at 4:28 PM

Nice short one presented on the homepage today as POTW. Way to go. Congratulations. 👏✍️. Sara K.

Alison A Smith nee Howarth

September 12, 2026 at 3:45 AM

What a clever, compact poem. The abrupt “ABORT! ABORT!” and the self-aware seven-line structure perfectly enact a relationship that cannot settle into harmony; “Our quatrains hurt / In seven lines” is especially sharp and memorable.

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