Poppies

Neville

Poppies

 

The true colour of venous blood

 

Sun dried tomatoes

 

Red chilli and sun-set skies

 

Poppies

 

Remind me always of

Victorian rouge

Fire engines post boxes and children’s toys

 

Poppies

 

Are always there when I close my eyes

Perfectly juxtaposed against

Children in pushchairs and widowed wives

 

Poppies

 

Pinned to the chests of so many survivors

Veterans and additional like-wisers

 

Purposely included here lest we forget

Are the cynics and the do-gooders

 

Each reflected in the shimmer and the glare from Whitewashed graves

Always remembered

 

What else is there to say

Unlike the Somme Passiondale or Ypres

Let there always be another day

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2019 04:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: I just saw a few very early poppies in a field... a sure sign of summer approaching, but wonder whether the frosts will punish these beauties for daring to arrive so early.... and then I got to thinking about some of the great battlefields of WW1 which I have oft seen blanketed in crimson.....
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  • Fay Slimm.

    The bearers of so many emotions are poppies and what they have become - you verse them well here along with the reminders of what colour can do to our psyche - crimson shouts out for worldwide remembrance of battlefields past and present. That meaningful sighting of a few early arrivals inspired a fine poem my friend.

  • Neville

    Thank you dear Fay, as always, your reasoned responses, both apt and appreciated.... Neville

  • orchidee

    A fine write Neville.

    • Neville

      thank you orchidee, your visit here is appreciated... Neville

    • Suresh

      With each line I envision the color you so engender. A nice light read.

      • Neville

        Thank you for checking in and considering these words... Neville

      • dusk arising

        This beautiful fragile flower has as you write many associations. Chief amongst them being the flower of our respectful remembrance, and latterly its white brother.
        On seeing a field of poppies - a quite remarkable sight - once in Oxfordshire and again in Gloucestershire i was taken with the thought that each one of these hundred of thousands of bloody blooms could well represent a life lost in some ridiculous carnage of WW1 battle. Humbling and moving, just as is your poem today.

        'Lest we forget'

        There must always be another day.

        • Neville

          thanks DA sir... yes indeed, we must never forget and yes again..there must always be another day.. Neville

        • SerenWise

          Beautifully written, well done

          • Neville

            I am more than made up with your very generous comment.. many thank you's... Neville

          • Goldfinch60

            Poppies are so special.

            “WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.”

            • Neville

              Thanks Goldfinch60 ...... I sincerely hope so.. N



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