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A Poem by Mark
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just another break up poem...

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I can't say when the clouds came down
I only remember their sting;
wet and clinging.

I only know when you left me wanting
the feeling was alone in it's pure
monotone of ache.

I don't remember the rushed stars
winking from above,
pushing clouds at me.

I remember the longing
bones hurt and splintered
memories made dusty song.

I remember the flying,
where you and I
merged into end and beginning.

To slice apart what was
so long fused;
blood wasn't enough,

Death wasn't the worst,
Life wasn't the cost,
My soul, torn, puddled at your feet.

© 2013 Mark


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That's painful. I could just feel the heartache in this piece. Beautiful job :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


So powerful and heartbreaking....it brought tears to my eyes. :-(

Posted 11 Years Ago


Always love your imagery keep it up :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


A telling and highly emotional piece to read, one must take their time reaing this piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you Thomas. Always glad for thoughts.
this reminds me of when i lost my best friend, Paula...

i still feel her...although she has been dead so many years..."the monotone of ache"

but i also see this as losing a family member...the "blood not enough"

i don't remember when the cloud burst...our memories hazy because of the rain of pain.

this write hits in the gut.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob. I'm pleased it moved you my friend
Felt this one Mark, the ones that tug at my heart and hit me in the gut while flipping me over are the ones I always recall reading, I'll remember this read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Wow, thanks hon. Glad it moved you!
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Was my pleasure my friend.
There are at a minimum - three categories of poetry: Real, Memorex, and life-shaded experience. Some will add fantasy, some perhaps horror - others perhaps something of their own determination.
All place a bar to be overcome - to reach being felt inside by a reader/listener. My life-experience puts this one above that bar.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thank you for the high praise sir. Glad it reached you. :)
this is so cleverly worded and speaks to me on a level i truly understand. a beautiful write, indeed.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Mark

11 Years Ago

Thanks for reading!

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