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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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it's coming up to that time of year again.....
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- User favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm..
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A fine write N.
It's not a fine day for me though. But why? well, I forgot my purple pills, and tuned in to 'Lorraine' on telly. Why did I bore myself to death?! As in 'boredom'. lol
thank you for checking in Orchidee.. it is appreciated... N
Poppies - but not for a certain 'medicinal' use?!
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A reverent but light-hearted look at poppy-red and all it pertains to and then a heart-wrenching reflection on poppy- memorial to lives lost in war - much more to your verse than comes from one read Nev - so into my favourites goes this poetic gem - thanking you too for the reminder.
too kind but always appreciated Fay... thank you.. N
“WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.”
of course... cheers mate..
I like the conflict here, what the red could signify, like post boxes and childrens' toys and what the red in the poppy signifies...
Wonderful write.
thanking you kindly Clara...
But not all poppy species are red. Fine write neville
Most poppy species are not red.. but you know what I mean... dont ya..
A winter wonderland, that's what wild poppies create in the hills of Southern California, just as your words wonderfully brought them to life.
Thank you so much my friend.. I must go check that sight out for myself some day... A much appreciated visit, as always.... Neville
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