Poppies …

Poppies, poppies,

silken banners of scarlet

fluttering blood-red

in the sunlight.

Poppies, poppies,

mementos of sorrow,

bowed heads deepest red

in the twilight.

Poppies, poppies,

parents of opium;

the paradox of beauty

death-white

in the moonlight …

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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4 Responses to Poppies …

  1. didacuscorner says:

    Poppies, poppies,/I’d love being the king of clowns for meriting you, while sniffing with a professional nose…Good morning and thank you …

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Good afternoon, Didacus …

    Apologies; I’m not sure that I understand your comment … may I ask you to explain a bit further .. thank you for calling by.

    • didacuscorner says:

      Sorry, poetess! The emotion makes improbable my language…I try again: ‘Poppies, poppies’, I want to be ‘The king of clowns’, with his professional nose, for being worthy of you, while sniffing…

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