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
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9 comments:

  1. Linda Stevenson26 October 2016 at 10:48

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

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  2. De Jackson26 October 2016 at 11:00

    So sad, Rosemary. This is beautifully done.

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  3. Grace26 October 2016 at 11:45

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

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  4. Mish26 October 2016 at 14:53

    A complete story with agony between the lines...

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  5. Frank Hubeny27 October 2016 at 03:06

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

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  6. brudberg27 October 2016 at 06:54

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

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  7. Anonymous27 October 2016 at 08:13

    Deep insight into a person's past

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  8. Misky28 October 2016 at 00:21

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

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  9. Katie Mia Frederick28 October 2016 at 05:05

    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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