Open Poetry #33 |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Someone said the sky was blue yesterday. I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go out to greet the day. Someone else said it rained yesterday. I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go out to meet the day. When someone said somewhere it would be bright again today, and somewhere else the skies would cry drenching downpours, I turned and looked away. I can see that both are happening, but shall focus my eyes on golden poppies waving in the breeze by coastal seas, ‘neath the glorious rainbow I keep in my heart’s treasure chest, for days such as these. |
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electricxheart Member
since 2004-09-05
Posts 184far away from home. |
i really loved the imagery in your piece. it was very peaceful and hopeful. keep writing. -kelly we all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we really are. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Thanks, and welcome to Passions! |
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time prophet Member
since 2003-07-30
Posts 371In New Zealand Amongst the Ancient Trees |
even on grey days rainbows can fly to lighten the way |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
smiling here, enjoying your outlook from seagull height |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Kacy, Rainbows without rain. I like how you think. But then...you knew that. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
days such as these...yes sigh |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Big sigh. I really like your positive way of thinking, Kacy, in addition to this poem which leaves me a peace at the end of a long day. ........jo |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
In times like these, the image of poppies always takes me to "In Flanders Fields.", a most memorable war poem. Well written! Ken Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
thanks Ken! I had forgotten that poem, looked it up and here is a copy It was written by Canadian physician Major John McCrae, in 1915, after witnessing too many deaths in Flanders, Belgium. It's also the name of a cemetary in Belgium, for 368 American soldiers who died in WWI. ****** In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. *************************************** |
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