This woman always
Poured her cup
Full with fragrance:
Lavender, jasmine
And somedays
Roasting rooibos.
In passing one day
She whispered to me:
Be careful where
You steep your soul.
That boy there
Is acrid brine.
You don't want to
Make yourself
A pickle.
Monday’s prompt on dVerse was to wrote a quadrille (a poem 44 words in length) containing the word steep or any of its forms.
Link to dVerse prompt: https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/28/quadrille-72/
My Swelling Heart 
No brine in the tea please
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Hahah I certainly hope there is no brine in the tea!
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i did so love the succinct advice in this quadrille, be careful who we steep ourselves in – very very wise
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Thank you Gina! 😊
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Excellent advice and I pictured this mysterious lady passing on the message. 🙂
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That’s exactly what I was picturing as I wrote it 🙂
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A great cautionary tale! An acrid brine… don’t get pickled … Very good images!
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Thank you! I enjoyed adding “a pickle” to this. I’m often so serious when writing, a little humor is good sometimes.
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Humor is the grease that make the world go round! Very good!
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It is indeed!
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Sounds like good advice: “Be careful where
You steep your soul.”
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Fun and sage advice!
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Thanks Nora!
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