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Poppy Pantoum |
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Grinch Member Elite
since 2005-12-31
Posts 2929Whoville |
A future poppy field turned sea of dead Where no plant puts its head above the mud, Bars and stars picked out in hues of red, As if to mark each poppies place in blood. Where no plant puts its head above the mud The mustard killer creeps without a sound, As if to mark each poppies place in blood, It grips the lungs and pins you to the ground. The mustard killer creeps without a sound Bright medals lie just targets on a pin, It grips the lungs and pins you to the ground, For all this pain and death what do we win? Bright medals lie just targets on a pin Bars and stars picked out in hues of red. For all this pain and death what do we win? A future poppy field turned sea of dead. |
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emy Junior Member
since 2006-11-04
Posts 32 |
Hi Grinch, this is awesome, it really is good. I know now I'm not meter dead, that poem rocks!  |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
For some reason, Vietnam came seething back...and although so sobering, it could be many fields...never have I seen it more vividly than in this write. Fantastic imagery. TD |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
My thoughts turned to Flanders, before Nam, though Nam impacted me more personally. I love poppies, but find the solo pinned one not what I want to remember. Fields of laughing dancing poppies is what I want to hold onto, but I know I am often beyond reality's realm. Once again, you've presented us with a treasure. |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Oh, that was this one. Your Grinch !!!! |
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