Silence at Eleven

Silence at Eleven

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver

A bench
blessed by warmth 
of the sun
among these poppies
life still thrives
only a sombre reminder
if you raise your head
or look right from the road
trees of this land
are wise to the cycles
of life and death
more than I

I tell my shadowed self
seems the darkness crept in
took a hold and delivered me to hell
although I am not sure how or when
two minutes silence became
my downfall and dagger
cloaked as respect
for an unknown foe or friend

©2015 PoppySilver

© 2015 Poppy Ruth Silver

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Poppy Ruth Silver

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Love the imagery...well written...

Posted 1 Year Ago

Lots of intense observations covered in a few minutes. Nice work.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Quite the view from a park bench... and the mind that held it.

Posted 2 Years Ago

I liked your poem. Good job. keep writing

Posted 2 Years Ago

Very nice poem Poppy!
Keep on writing!!

Posted 2 Years Ago

The last 8 lines moved me the most in this write. Would they have been foe or friend if those in Paris had stopped to just meet them. Valentine

Posted 2 Years Ago

Enjoy this too, for me a poem about the World Wars, I imagine this to be a reflection, great.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Life can be a treacherous path even if you are sitting down.

I like the voice in this.

Posted 2 Years Ago

This was amazing my friend :)).Loved this :)!

Posted 2 Years Ago

You took me on a powerful journey in your words. You left the reader with questions. You captures thoughts and possibilities with your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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16 Reviews
Added on November 19, 2015
Last Updated on November 19, 2015


Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

United Kingdom

Merry Meet, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My firs.. more..


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