Image: Eclipsed in the Shadows (here)
the 12 given words:
glitter eyes breath
sillage (noun: the degree to which a perfume’s fragrance lingers in the air when worn.)
exalt forward futile nothingness
bramble (prickly shrub)
feral (of or characteristic of wild animals; ferocious; brutal)
esurient (hungry, greedy)
microlith (stone tool during late Upper Paleolithic and Mesolithic times)
He could still recall the glitter in her eyes
despite the intervening years
Her attractive self, breathless
Exuding sillage of aromatic tenderness
Walking on air ever so confident
Without a stutter and there she was then
clamoring for his exalted presence
Fast forward a decade to be exact
of futile nothingness
He was all alone now a bramble stalking being
reduced to a blob hiding in the corner
Feral in aptitude much in esurient stupor
Secure among his 'friends' the homeless
Somewhat a forgotten relic of the microlith age
No more required nor useful
Such could inflict the soul of one so successful
Strutting corridors of power rising fast
up the corporate ladder once
A danger of unrequited love gone awry
A jilted element
For Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #320
MLMM's Wordle #121 - September 2016
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I love feral in aptitude and esurient stupor! I also like aromatic tenderness.
ReplyDeleteBravo Hank!
mlm
Now that's what I call a fall from grace.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very sad poem. To be once on top of the world and then dashed down to such nothingness...that is a nightmare to me.
ReplyDeleteOh this is so very poignant!
ReplyDeleteAwww, this is so sad. :( Let's rewind it and do the version where she's completely in love with him and makes his life way better.
ReplyDeleteSuch a contrast in one lifetime....and it is a story we hear often. Well expressed, Hank.
ReplyDeleteSometimes as time goes on, fate changes. Your poem so well illustrates this.
ReplyDeleteSeems he lost his way. Sadness grows :(
ReplyDeleteOne misstep or bad decision and things can sure go a crumbling down
ReplyDeletesuch an enjoyable piece to read, even though threaded with sadness at some ones downfall.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written Hank, sorry I'm late in commenting.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Striking words, to make this cautionary tale.
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