The payphone and the graveyard

"some love was just not meant to be"

I remember, running out of coins

In the payphone behind your house.

At least I wanted to feel close

If you were not home. 

I guess walking through the graveyard 

On route

Was an ominous sign.

I should have known that the embryo

Of our infatuation

Was not meant to last,

And that a guy

From your neck of the woods -

Where trees grow in straight lines -

Is more likely to give you

Your whimsical rose garden. 

Beware though -

Attractive roses

Carry thick thorns too. 

I have never really been 

That picket fence kind of guy.

Maybe next time I will linger longer

In the graveyard

And rather fall in love

With a dark angel.

The red rose in my hand

Turned black, anyway.

Still wonder, though, 

Considering my darkened head,

Why I still bleed red.

Reviews

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the use of two unlikely sources from which to draw opinions of rejected love works tremendously in this write, SV... you paint beautiful and haunting images with your words and accompany it with a most aptly chosen painting... well-done

[nazia]

Some people are meant to be in your heart but not in life... this is such a lovely description of the lost love. The imagery used is brilliant. The graveyard , the thorns and the payphone all play their role beautifully. You nailed it here :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Nazia.....yeah, the experience nailed me too.....;)

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~~ i like the style of narration... and i like the choice of images... ~~ i didn't think i'd read a poem with such a quaint title which actually does justice to the title... ~~ nice work...

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks serah......I like to find unusual titles.......it always takes a while to find the right one, often taking longer than what it took to write a poem!

[Willard Wells]

Dark picture of love that was not to be. Very nice imagery in your work and nice flow. i really like it. Good work. Thank you for sharing.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Willard......our hearts tend to seek comfort in dark places when the light of love seems to be absent.....

[Einstein Noodle]

not sure the dark angel is a better deal ;) buyer beware! ... well done Volcano! .. its about as gloomy as one can get ... the masochism of graveyard visiting is abysmal ... i love the coin operated phone ... reminds me of the phone booths of my youth .. and i just returned from a visit to my old haunts (1300 miles away on the East coast) had a great time with old friends and family ... memory lane does have some light to it :))
nice job as always!
E.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Neither am I, though through broken hearts, wisdom leaks.....:)

I think I need a roap trip for a double dose of nostalgia.......thanks for the review my friend!

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ..........

[Pushkar Prabhat]

OMG!!! WoW!!!!
this is beyond Brilliant........
exceptional poetry....
so profound.....so beautiful.....
i absolutely loved it!!!
:)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Pushkar.... :) ...Every few years I take a stroll through the same graveyard again.......still have not found that dark angel yet....or maybe that is a blessing in disguise? ;)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

who knows.........maybe someday we will know..........!!! you are very welcome!!! :) :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

One of the laws of love....."You cannot always have what you want"....mmmm....now that sounds like a concept for a poem....:)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

run......find a pen.....and bleed........love!!! :D :D