Bookmarks

Have you ever owned

one longer than a week,

they disappear quicker

than a green sock

in the wash machine

and the half life of

the smell of simmering

garlic and onions

nextdoor.

Me being mark

I own a book mark

that marks the

books Mark reads.

One response to “Bookmarks”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    This is wonderfully playful and quietly clever. I love how you turn an everyday frustration—the vanishing bookmark—into something observant and humorous, then loop it back with that neat, self-aware twist at the end. The comparisons are vivid and unexpected (the green sock and the neighbor’s garlic are perfect), grounding the poem in lived, sensory detail.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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