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
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Neville (
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- 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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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.
Thank you dear Fay, as always, your reasoned responses, both apt and appreciated.... Neville
A fine write Neville.
thank you orchidee, your visit here is appreciated... Neville
With each line I envision the color you so engender. A nice light read.
Thank you for checking in and considering these words... Neville
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.
thanks DA sir... yes indeed, we must never forget and yes again..there must always be another day.. Neville
Beautifully written, well done
I am more than made up with your very generous comment.. many thank you's... Neville
Poppies are so special.
“WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.”
Thanks Goldfinch60 ...... I sincerely hope so.. N
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