In Fields

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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In Fields

 

In fields of grass,

sprinkled liberally with daisies,

they grow.

The poppies!

Taller, stronger,

catch the eye

with their petals

of such a vibrant red.

Once seen,

it is hard to appreciate

the blades of green,

the yellows and whites

of the daisies.

But the poppies lives

are of a shorter span.

And while the blooms of white and yellow,

the green of the grass

continue to last

those red petals fall

to lie like drips

of blood,

as those eye-catching blooms,

they die.


Submitted: June 07, 2020

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Mike S.

Sad but excellent, Hull!

Sun, June 7th, 2020 5:16pm

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Thanks for giving it a read, Mike.

Sun, June 7th, 2020 10:53am

Sue Harris

I love Poppies, but they are so fragile. Their blooms a sad reflection of lives lost in battle. A sombre, but powerful poem, Hully!

Mon, June 8th, 2020 12:09pm

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Thanks, Sue!

Mon, June 8th, 2020 12:05pm

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