Bluebells Poem by Paul Reed

Even amongst decay and death, there is still life. I love bluebells - one of my favourite plants as a boy. Nice poem Paul.

Real atmosphere and very current. Church yards are great places for reflection, even if you are not particularly religious, they hold a real sense of the past. The bluebells are are great link with the living. Ps I like your summary in your profile. Unless it's humour you 're writing (which seems to come from the head) everything in poetry needs to come from the heart. It's what poetry is all about in my view anyway!

This is a really atmospheric poem. I enjoyed picturing the images your words create, grave yards are wonderful places in spring.

Lonely in their spring-shaded place The dappled sunlight caresses each marker And the bluebells grow everywhere Very poetic lines that touch. tony

A sad and beautiful commentary, very well written Tom Billsborough

Nice contemplative poem. We are captives of this Earth- until we fly away as the stars. Thanks.

Excellent, really enjoyed reading this. Well thought out and constructed.

a dying breed forever a victim of our own times. so true some good writing