Melancholy Poppies

I walk through a field of melancholy poppies,

with my big anime eyes,

and hair as white as a crystal Moon.

Winter's third child,

I was an Arctic timber wolf in my previous life.

I am a hidden refuge of the Forest.

I have awaited thousands of years to be re-born,

and on this night,

in a field of poppies.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Instead of being a mystery or sci-fi or about death.. perhaps it's the knowledge that poppy seeds lie dormant for years and years until their rebirth. Rebirth, yes.. when their bed of deep soil has been turned and churned up for nothing more than a new road or development. Poppies come and go like trusted friends, returning when they must to make one's eyes open wider and heart remember... whatever.

Your poem really touches me with its reasons for being, your language is always gentle and giving.. Here you have turned shades of red into shades of pure gold, ' .. have awaited thousands of years to be re-born, and on this night, in a field of poppies.' Beautiful.

[light and ashes]

I'm so very happy that you enjoyed it.
I am touched by your review.

[light and ashes]

This is just an abstract piece that I wrote, but I am so happy that you were able to find deeper meaning in it.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes, I seem to remember the poppy fields that were not so happy and beautiful.... they are war torn fields of nothingness and when you walk through, it is very strange... I like your vivid images and perfect words that fit this piece....some words strike as being science fiction...but it seems okay...
Warmly, B

[light and ashes]

I meant it to be kind of science fiction, Betty.
I was looking at the page trying to come up with words to fit the picture I wanted to write for.
I liked it because it had an other worldly feel to it, and that is what I wanted to portray.
It took me a little while of just staring, trying to come up with something,
but I think I did it.
Thank you.

[Betty Hermelee]

Of course, you're very welcome my friend.
Warmly, B

[light and ashes]

:)) .......

[Lydia Shutter]

Melancholy poppies....thinking of veterans who gave their lives in war? I can picture the big eyes and the white hair of a widow...or perhaps a mother...missing their fallen soldiers. Then I thought you were writing of reincarnation....whatever your intent was, this is an imagery filled poem and I enjoyed it. Lydi**

[light and ashes]

I like that, Lydia. Thank you so much.

[Pete]

opening line reaches out and grabs by the collar. just the idea of "melancholy poppies" is deeply profound. much enjoyed read ... :)

[light and ashes]

Well, thank you so much, Pete. Really appreciate you stopping by.

[Patricia Wedel]

Poppies are Bright as a Symbol of Blood that reminds us of Sacrifice. Your poetry is a Portrait of Loyalty. Softly, Pat

[light and ashes]

A different take, but I like it.
Thank you, Patricia.

[Desert Knave]

Such a strong visual element to this piece. Quite well done. ~Jim

[Perdition]

Well, it seems only right to rise to this occasion and smile as clap..snap, and tap the poolstick!! This one made me sit up and say those things we rarely say when poetry taps on all "Five Horizons" plus one. This is beautiful, soft smooth, and eternal. It is as if in your words I can just reach out and see that previous life, the wolf making its way up into the hills and through the dusty ashen moon, then straight into the boundary of the surreal where better poems rain from a distant life. Love this one~~

[light and ashes]

:)) ........

[Perdition]

Says it all and you've earned it Poet~..:p..lol.

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful imagery. Good work

[light and ashes]

thank you

[Neville]

you paint such a pretty picture here .. crimson & white go so well together .. write on little bubble :)

[light and ashes]

:)) ......

[vitaesbella]

Very intriguing! You are an excellent writer.

[light and ashes]

well, that's nice to see!!
Thank you very much!