Scattered Dreams
She mourns the loss of everything as the crescent moon
fades away to nothing this putrescent June.
Orange blossoms drooping in their wedding urns,
an empty flag of wedding veil wafts outward and then turns
to fall from spinning fan blades where it has been tossed—
all its beauty shredded, its inspiration lost.
Her hopes and dreams now fatuous, their ending is now lore
written in tattered satin and petals on the floor.
The word prompts today are putrescent, floor, inspiring and fatuous.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/rdp-thursday-putrescent/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/12/06/fowc-with-fandango-floor/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/inspiring/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/06/your-daily-word-prompt-fatuous-December-6-2018/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This poem is sad but written vividly and beautifully.
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Thanks, R.V.
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How vividly sad!
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Yes, very sad, Judy.
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