To The Lady I Shall Never Know

To The Lady I Shall Never Know

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver
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Remembrance Sunday Wanderings...

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They told me
she was nearly one hundred
I admired her
her steps frail and unsure
still she placed a poppy
on the memorial
tears upon her glasses
at that moment I felt so alone
among the mourners of today
remembered of yesterdays
I admired her goodbyes
trembled with courage and strength



©2017 PoppySilver


© 2017 Poppy Ruth Silver



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A stellar piece that speaks of people while actually seeing them, bravo, well done, good read.

Posted 1 Week Ago


I love the way you observe the world & people around you, translating the scene into words that carry so much understanding & caring. There is a ton of thought-provoking material in between your seemingly simple lines here! *smile* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


wow. I did almost an exact poem like this for the oldest vet in England (at the time) who was placing a reef for remembrance day. He too was almost 100, and he still cried even after all these decades.

Something about it touched me.

Though my poem wasn't very good lol

Very touching.

On an editorial note, I think you can do away with "I admired her" since you do a magnificent job of portraying the scene.

Awesome as always, Poppy

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


dear Poppy... so beautifully penned with tear drops. I can feel her trembling and unsure footsteps. I cherish what I hold dear... knowing someday I too will disappear. Amen
truly, Pat

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


The greater training of self is the overcomingg of nature and the kept of pride and the liar that imposes himself upon the cdonversation as the mood relaxes and keeps up with pride. Whatever the reason, we keep to ourselves ever for our woman's sake.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


certainly makes you take a look at your self

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


It's hard to imagine, but one day, it will indeed be you and me. You have that way of connecting ourselves to each other. It is truly a blessing!

Much love my dear friend. x

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


This was beautifully written, Pop. Yet another stellar addition to the catalog. You speak from a place of intimacy, yet space -- about as close as you can get to someone without knowing them; how ironic that it came in death. Again, beautiful, Pop. :) x

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Felt that, and it was moving- One need not know the face to feel the plight.
Once in my coffee coloured halo, I called the village in to church , with bells and singing- there lay the tiniest headstone, close in by the North door- a sandstone reminder, that could never stand the rains thrown from the East- and so it came to be, that the lass, who, huddled in her ever-sleep, that I remember to be shy of five years, had lost her name...
breaks my heart....
breaks my f*****g heart......
Thank you for moving me so

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


You are amazing Poppy. Your pen is golden. Very touching.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

United Kingdom



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Merry Meet all, 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 .. more..

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