I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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26 October 2016

Never Mind

'Were you close 
to your father?' 
she asked. 

I said yes.
Hesitated ...

No spark 
of understanding
lit her eyes. 

So I omitted that night:
my drunken shrieking,
wanting to kill him

years
without contact.

'Yes ... a fun Dad
when we were little,'
I said.


Written for Quadrille #19: Spark, at dVerse

9 comments:

  1. Pointedly succinct, the feelings come across in so few words.

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  2. So sad, Rosemary. This is beautifully done.

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  3. How you can tell a story in 44 words ~ So painful and beautiful to read ~

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  4. A complete story with agony between the lines...

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  5. Over time I find that I regret the painful memories I have of others. Best wishes.

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  6. This is so poignant... if you listen well, you should always observe what's NOT being said...

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  7. Deep insight into a person's past

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  8. This is will ring familiarity with many (if not most readers). It certainly did for me.

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  9. So often
    A spArk
    of Love
    begins..
    ends
    or
    never
    stArts
    at 0 to
    3 with Parents
    hOlding A liGhter to flAMe Love..
    or
    NOT..
    parents
    Jewel in all
    colors/sHades of not or Love..:)

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