torn in a tattered
back seat,
spread like confetti
at midnight,
littering the sidewalk
outside a Cafe. 

swept from hospital

clinging to thresholds
of freshman dorms,

among old

just some of the places
I have left
the pieces
of my heart

a quadrille for dverse



Filed under Poetry

16 responses to “Scattered

  1. A great poem… I love the ending!

  2. Aw, MAN. That’s a zinger, right there. So well done.

  3. peppermint

    Excellent piece.

    Brilliant imagery:
    “torn in a tattered
    back seat,
    spread like confetti”

    Captivating storytelling in so few words.

  4. “just some of the places
    I have left
    the pieces
    of my heart”

    This put some tears in my eyes. Love the memories you associate where you left your heart behind (the freshmen dorm, the cafe, the hospital floors, etc). It goes to show how we are impacted by the nature of different scenery, events, and people, along with what we leave behind in our emotions with memories and connections. Beautifully written!

  5. As Vonnegut says, “and so it goes…” It’s a wonder there’s anything left at some point… Nice concept for your poem, Mark.

  6. Wow. Powerful words. Nicely done.

  7. Fascinating to track the traces, eh?

  8. That’s beautiful: I think I have left pieces of my heart all over the place too!

  9. From the beginning to the end I could feel pieces of my heart lying shattered. Excellent.

  10. How CLEVER, Mark – I couldn’t figure out where you were going with this until I read the end! I loved this 🙂


  11. Great write!!! Certain you may have encountered a few pieces of mine if you had looked closely.

  12. Beverly Crawford

    What a thoughtful verse! Amazing, isn’t it, how we can leave pieces here and there and yet have enough left for new adventures.

  13. Lovely poem! And the buildup to the end was well executed

  14. I loved this, probably because I felt like I could relate to each word. Well done.

  15. I love how you managed to give those pieces of your torn heart a place. perfect.

  16. Masa

    Very cleverly done. I found it an enjoyable and well-balanced piece, leaving me a little more clever myself, and perhaps a touch more sympathetic for reflections of the broken-hearted.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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