A sea of living crimson caught my eye
Of oriental splendour, out of place
Beneath the pastel of an English sky
Where soft-toned pastures etch the tranquil face
Of Summertime, A silken, poppied sea
That shimmered in the early morning sun,
And with true beauty's generosity
Held out its cup of joy to everyone.
The sober hedgerows glowed a richer hue,
The willow-herb a dainty blush revealed,
And I have never seen a sky as blue
As that which smiled upon the poppy field.
Sweet flowers that bring men sleep, you brought to me
A wakened joy that lives in memory.
Blow Wordsworth & his daffodils: you've recreated the poppy field in the imagination so clearly that it's a lesson to the rest of us. Thank you.
whoa, beautiful imagery...i guess 'enchanting' could be the word....i like the reference to bringing men sleep, and the idea of pastels..great job!
as sweet as the poppy flower, as sweet as the chilling dreams, live like forever, live like a popping sips of sahara blended coffee in the morning. how i wish i could live my life with no pain at all.....and just like dancing in the rain.....keep on dancing and singing..........and making love till dawn. memories will live forever in the scars.and to all my buddies who had left me earlier to see god, my prayer for u guys up there.....rest in peace buddies. thanks to you mary for triggering my twilight 'pop'.
Amazing use of description. Made me see and believe your words. A amazing poem.
'And I have never seen a sky as blue As that which smiled upon the poppy field.' A joyful poem with soft-green imageries. 10+++
Thought this was lovely. If you get the time try my perspective.'Poppies' Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent and beautiful to read. The flow was A1 and the subject I just loved. Love Ernestine XXX