Flies buzz

sorenbarrett

Graveyard of an old love
Sprouts ghosts from an empty tomb
Over severed hearts, time dirt shoves
Rot's wafting fumes become perfume

Hatched larva spread germs
Maggots of passion soon fly
Love's grave sprouts worms
Memories cleaned with lye  

Undertaker of dreams 
Scavenger of hope's buried  bones
Awaken me from siren screams
Open my eyes, to forget their ghostly moans    

 

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  • orchidee

    Ahh, you've included some more recipe ideas for foods for me to give to KP! lol

    • sorenbarrett

      You should have a full cookbook by now Orchi. Thanks so much for the read my friend.

    • Mutley Ravishes

      I am not the memories in my head (or should that be body?), dammit!
      A horribly good rhyme, Soren!

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Mutley ah yes the old mind body question. Appreciate the read and comment it is most welcome

      • Teddy.15

        From the underside of love itself. Dead and buried incredible imagery and a most brilliant title🌹

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Teddy as always I appreciate your read and perceptive words of support

        • TobaniNataiella

          Get a lot of haunting images of failed love reading this, though a bit dark very enjoyable read

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Tobani yes dark indeed but then much of mine are. If life is bright on one side to ballance poems should be dark.

            • TobaniNataiella

              You are very welcome

            • arqios

              The decay and haunting with their emotional resonance! Here spread out before us is a vivid and intense poetic exploration of the aftermath of a lost love. The raw and evocative imagery captures the complex emotions of grief, decay, and the longing for closure. It speaks to the universal experience of dealing with the ghosts of past relationships and the struggle to find a way forward. Intense and impactful Soren!

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you Cryptic your words of support are most helpful. Indeed loss of anykind requires a mourning and often that requires a visitation to the grave yard.

                • arqios

                  We sometimes visit random graves, ones that don’t seem to have been visited.

                • Cassie58

                  Strong metaphor to describe a dead romance that haunts. The greater the love that was, the more the haunting. Some very dark imagery here Soren. Quite a nightmare. Great description. Have a good weekend.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks Cassie I apprciate your read and interpretive comments.

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    I can relate to this in more ways than one, my friend. A graveyard of an old love. Some live in a graveyard of current love! ❤️ A well expressed and thought-provoking write. As for the buzzing sound...shoo flies! 🤣 Again, really enjoyed this Soren!

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much Tristan very much appreciate your read and support it is deeply valued.

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        You're welcome.

                      • gray0328

                        Great depiction of the ghost of failed love that continues to linger. Well Done

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks Gray very much appreciate your read and comment as always

                        • NinjaGirl

                          This is lovely, such a powerful insight. Rot becomes perfume, and where there was once love, there is hate. So beautiful!

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you so much for the read it is most appreciated and always valued

                            • NinjaGirl

                              of course!

                            • Bella Shepard

                              I get a feeling of love buried, but not necessarily dead, waiting in the recesses of the mind like bothersome flies buzzing, giving no peace. Brilliantly versed!

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Ah dear Bella the first to catch this detail. So true ghosts although dead are not gone. Yes I think you are right because I believe that if it ever was true love it will never die. Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most valued

                              • Thomasina,

                                your poem explores the haunting nature of lost love and the emotional aftermath of heartbreak.

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thanks so much Thomasina for the read and comment it is most appreciated

                                • David Wakeling

                                  Sounds like my Divorce. Death of love and fear.Powerful stuff.Some anger and sadness here.

                                  • sorenbarrett

                                    Thanks so much David for the read and kind words of support they are appreciated

                                  • Thad Wilk

                                    Fantastic poem,
                                    mind blowing imagery!! 😳
                                    Really captured
                                    the readers attention!!🤩
                                    Thanks for sharing
                                    love it!! 😍
                                    Best regards ✌️ Thad

                                    • sorenbarrett

                                      Thanks so much for the read and kind words Thad they are always appreciated. Have a great day

                                    • NafisaSB

                                      images of past love come creeping up to us at the oddest ties - loved the way you have composed this - keepitup

                                    • Goldfinch60

                                      Fine words soren but that love will always be there untarnished.

                                      Andy

                                    • Neville



                                      When its dead and gone, it might not be as quiet or quite as it seems .. there's always likely to be a certain amount of residual buzzing to contend with .. methinks .. Neville



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