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Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Love in Decay

In Memory Of by DefenestratedDuck @ deviantART


the fetid stench 
burns through my senses,  
my moldering heart 
abandoned long ago 
in an endless 
emotional 
wasteland.
a silent dirge
reverberates
through me,
leaving me
yearning 
for a healing hand
to reach into my desolation
and resurrect my soul.


~~~~  This poem was written for a prompt over at Poetry Jam, asking us to write a poem that evokes a specific mood.

17 comments:

Sreeja said...

woww....so much in so little.....

Helen said...

There is NO way we could miss the mood here ~~~ Great!!

my heart's love songs said...

you REALLY know how to set the mood, Mary! and i adore what i call 'tortured love' poems. {smile} your final four lines are absolutely stunning!

Rita Odeh said...

Such a stunning short poem that sets a distinct mood so vividly.
The background photo accentuates the mood,too.Enjoyed reading:))

Daydreamertoo said...

Dark and moody, yes, no mistaking the feelings in this powerful piece.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is permeated with mood. So well done!

ND Mitchell said...

Love the sensory descriptions you use here!

Lolamouse said...

Wow. That certainly set the mood!

Heaven said...

What a sad and despairing state of the an abandoned soul ~ Great job on the prompt ~

Loredana Donovan said...

YeIn the midst of such pain in your poem, there is a flicker of hope. It's when all emotions are felt, even painful ones, that healing takes place. Yearning brings new love :)

JANU said...

Very well written.

Mary said...

Mary, again I appreciate the gut level openness in your writing. I think all of us need that healing hand at one time or another. It can make the difference between night and day!

Peggy said...

Wow, this really does convey a definite mood, a reaching out from desolation. Strong writing.

SaraV said...

Mary such sadness and then a glimmer of hope. Nice!

Brian Miller said...

fetid stench...mouldering heart....great use of language to set the mood of this piece....painful...but perhaps a bit of hope in the end...

Hannah said...

I agree with Brian! Great words, Mary!!

Margaret said...

dirge! Love that word. Who knew the depths of despair could sound so beautiful! :)