When you are swept into the autumn of your life and time slaps your face around to assess your legacy


Blues and Blowing Wind

colored leaves twirl through the breeze

tears marking years, fall

to the ground crunching brown, all

dead dreams flow into streams

and pulled by time, drown






Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-15 at 00:00

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
True I fear. Beautifully written.
2018-01-17


ternic2005
beautifully written
2018-01-16


Phyllis J. Rhodes The PoetBay support member heart!
LFD3 What a beautiful picture you paint and thank you for your comment. My dead dreams only make it to the streams before they drown.
2018-01-15


LFD3
Beautiful. But, rivers flow into the ocean, and ferry your dreams around the world, to live on amongst the mermen and the pearls.
2018-01-15