On an October road to nowhere
Obscured by fallen leaves
A phantasm shuffles aimlessly
Beneath rainbow hued scattered trees
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This deserted road to who knows where
Overshadowed by denuded boughs
Coated with dying leaves destined to rot
A symbol of once sacred vows
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Trembling fingers pluck wild blue rose
It's fragile petals the hue of sad
Thorns pierce mortal flesh
Blue beauty now crimson clad
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Plucked petals, pieces of us
Waft and wend with the breeze
Drift like a willow the wisp
As phantasm falls to knees
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She loves me ...
She loves me not ...
Crumpled rose ... crushed dreams
Tears run free .. salty ... hot
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Our two lane highway
Which once we travelled in twain
Led only to a dead end
When alone she boarded that train
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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This was so sad and emotional. Loved your poem!
Heartwrentching and fantastic rhyming!!! Outstanding!!!❤️❤️💕