karen sinclair

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Poppies.... - Poem by karen sinclair


There were fields
And fields
Of you as far as a mind can stretch
Vibrant blooms
Of scarlet youth
Praising a young son-

Existing on planes
By weathered veins
Standing side by side
Whilst weary owl
Sat and scowled
As magpie plucked his pride
Planting seeds of fear and need
Ruled the reins
And time
And time
And time
Rolled by
With more loss
Than was gain

And tears they dropped as prairie dogs
Starving in a trench
And time was gone
And loves forlorn
Ponder pon park bench

There were fields

Of you as far as the mind can stretch
And all that's left
Are the wretched few
And just left.....

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Thank you for reading

Poppy's. remembrance

Owl Churchill

Comments about Poppies.... by karen sinclair

  • (10/4/2013 5:53:00 AM)

    They shall not grow old... Lest we forget. The poppies as the diggers, a great metaphor. Delicate and long thin form like a poppy. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 4, 2013

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