A Sparked Memory

A Sparked Memory

A Poem by Mark

I thought of you
when I heard a laugh.
A thought I hadn't had
in ...
How long?
It was a bitter tasting laugh;
Full of promises.
But, no longer connected,
it rolled away and left me
dry.
the more love I gave away,
the less it hurt.
Until there was no more you,
in me.

© 2014 Mark


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I do understand this poem. Small things can remind of people and places missed. I did like the closing lines. Hard to do but we must. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mark

9 Years Ago

Thank you my friend.
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome. Always a pleasure to read your words.
Great last lines, and the ambivalence of smiles ( double bind ) is perfectly observed, fine write

Posted 9 Years Ago


It has taken me 40 years to learn this too.
Simplistic, yet profound.
A+ :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


"It was a bitter tasting laugh full of promises" A good line in a good poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


It is said to give unconditional love raises our own vibration, until the pain becomes less and less, not forgotten, but perhaps, silenced, a little...beautiful piece hon x

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mark

9 Years Ago

Yes exactly! And it's only taken me 40 years and countless heartbreaks to understand that. Thanks ho.. read more
Ruth

9 Years Ago

Most welcome love x
This is deep and extremely interesting my friend, enjoyed the read

Posted 9 Years Ago


Mark

9 Years Ago

Thank you A... need to read some more of you. Will try to remember tonight when I stop for the day.

2
next Next Page
last Last Page
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

509 Views
16 Reviews
Rating
Added on May 20, 2014
Last Updated on May 20, 2014

Author

Mark
Mark

Dallas, TX



About
I"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Houston area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, it j.. more..

Writing
Enemy Time Enemy Time

A Poem by Mark


Morning Coffee Morning Coffee

A Poem by Mark


For Valentine For Valentine

A Poem by Mark



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Mother Mother

A Poem by Mark


bringing Spring bringing Spring

A Poem by Mark