Stillborn Love

Lament

 

In a heartless

dead zone

worms feed on

a stillborn love

 

He lights candles

prays for resurrection

it’s a feverish mood

that comes with

the evening sun

 

A brood for the moon

a reset of regret

within the catacombs

of his mind

 

A caprice

inner eye comes

with sunrise and

a cold breath

blows out the flames

 

He gives the cold

Her name

Author's Note

We finally have some beautiful weather here in northern Illinois! I hope you are all enjoying the sun and fun! Happy Summer! Hugs!!!!

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"He gives the cold her name" Wow. Reminds me of a John Prine lyric, "Yeas, I guess They Oughta Name A Drink After You." Unrequited love is a sad thing indeed. I enjoyed the read.

[Patricia]

Thank you Fabian glad you enjoyed this one :)

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Wow, just like your last poem... if I had to say what your writing was, I’d say it’s very impactful. They don’t leave my mind easily, nor do I forget them. The starting stanza is just so chilling and gripping it’s sure to pull the reader in and make them reread it several times (that’s what I did!). Your poem is so emotive and intense and feels just very full and satisfying to read. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Patricia]

Thank you Vertigo but I assure you they are not all good, I write some pretty bad poetry most of the time. I loved your review and you are so very kind! HUGS!:)

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! so emotive .. haunting .. killer close my new found friend! sheesh! we get a chance at love .. the real deal ... and sometimes we blow it .. not realizing, like the adage goes, what we lost until it's gone :( ... one can stare at that mistake for a lifetime ... wow!
E.

[Patricia]

Thank you Einstein, so happy you like this poem. I think all of us who have been around for awhile can relate.

[Lisasview]

Such a wonderful poem dear Pat.
Never being able to let go… to hold onto anger… to regret the past…
Your poem tells so much but all that read it will see it their way…
Lisa, now in Spain

[Patricia]

Thank you Lisa, for your very kind comment :) a pleasure to see you here:)

[Robert Haigh]

It is always sad when a love we thought would last forever becomes terminal. Even after the last goodbye it is hard to let go. We should accept the simple truth and move on, but our heart often won't let us do that. Feelings are represented in sad but poetic imagery here, without giving any reasons (those reasons are not needed). Open enough for anyone who has ever loved and lost to be able to relate to.

[Patricia]

Thank you so much Robert and yes you are right, reason and blame is in the hour of his memory. I think as we get older these things haunt us and it is sad but real and I have seen it in many of my geriatric male patients. Whereas the females love to talk about old loves like old hens bragging and though they feel a bit sad the talking amongst themselves is healing and they find it fun to gossip about them. Thank you for reading ;)

[John the Baptist]

The images of death permeate this one. It is not a physical death, but that of a relationship. What caused the demise is not specified, but the gentleman depicted has regrets, so he may at least share in the blame. The last two lines indicate there is no hope for the couple. Win some, lose some.

[Patricia]

Hi John, thanks for stopping by and your comment, no need to go into his sorrow and bitterness, it exists regardless who was at fault for the loss. But in this instance it easier for the man to blame her in the light of day but when evening comes well, that’s another story.

[lightsong]

Not fair at all if this is what You come out with in a writer's block! This is very very special dear Patricia, the dullness then the reviving... we could feel it. the pen that was dried, now in a new gentle fresh, it is born, painting the past pain, the past death. You have a unquie style that I do love💖

[Patricia]

well thank you very much lightsong for a wonderful review. I do like to write about the darker side of emotions, they come easier. I would love to say I am over my writers block but not exactly, this took me a long time to express the way I wanted it, I kept rambling at first and that was not what I wanted. But I am pleased how it came out. It's about an old man never getting over his love for a woman and it made him bitter, I saw it in many of my geriatric patients as a nurse and it popped into my head and this was the end product. I wanted something short and powerful, but I think it is safe to say that most of us do this or will do this in the twilight of our life. it makes me sad for that.

[lightsong]

You are more than welcome my dear, and knowing the story behind this powerful poem explain a lot. Specially the ending.

Don't worry, You will get over your block, just sit relax LAUGH and act like You don't even know what a writer's block is lol in time it will disappear.

Wishing You the very best 💗

[Patricia Wedel]

We have become Fans of Electric Fans with Cross Venelation. We moved into an older House with a Top Floor with Bedrooms. The problem is that most Heating and Cooling Companies cannot diagnose our separate systems for first and second Floors. As for your Poem... you are far more Brilliant than I myself. Some people are Warm and others are Cold. I like to make people laugh... to me that is the Best Way to Live... Warmly, Pat

[Patricia]

Thank you for your comment Pat, and I too live in laughter but I like to write a bit dark but I live in the light my friend :) Have a beautiful day! HUGS!

[William Michael Reeves]

Lamenting while you sun? Dark thoughts exposed in the sun. I felt like 'a reset of regret' said just what it is. So hard to shake regrets off and the shaking stirs them all up like a snowglobe. Powerful ending too!

[Patricia]

Hello William, so nice to see you, thank you, snow globe...I love that. ;) I hope you are enjoying the summer.

[William Michael Reeves]

Hasn't arrived here yet. Barely cracking 70 for the first time last couple days. I'm scared of summer. Last year we hit 109 once! I know other parts are used to that once in awhile, but deadly stuff up here. Nice to see ... your words too.

[Patricia]

Oh I’m used to that weather here and out west. The deserts get over 120 sometimes but it’s dry heat so it’s easier to take than this humid 80 to hundred degrees we get in Illinois. Well weather wishes to you my friend:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Well, first of all, I go two ways at once with this.

Talking about a lonely man....giving the cold her name.
or the muse and he has grown cold for her, or she is cold to him right now...
feeling she is looking for resurrection to her writing...
she wants to bring it back like Lazarus.
Last two lines are killer....I want to steal them.

But now that I have said that....I'd be the first suspect.
j.

[Patricia]

thank you j. see, this is what I love about poetry, how people interpret the poetry is beautiful. There is no wrong interpretation. And glad you loved the ending. :)