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| 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.
15 comments:
woww....so much in so little.....
There is NO way we could miss the mood here ~~~ Great!!
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!
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Such a stunning short poem that sets a distinct mood so vividly.
The background photo accentuates the mood,too.Enjoyed reading:))
Dark and moody, yes, no mistaking the feelings in this powerful piece.
This is permeated with mood. So well done!
Love the sensory descriptions you use here!
Wow. That certainly set the mood!
What a sad and despairing state of the an abandoned soul ~ Great job on the prompt ~
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!
Wow, this really does convey a definite mood, a reaching out from desolation. Strong writing.
Mary such sadness and then a glimmer of hope. Nice!
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...
I agree with Brian! Great words, Mary!!
dirge! Love that word. Who knew the depths of despair could sound so beautiful! :)
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