poppies red

poppies
red
shy
in
fields
of
corn

clouds
white
creep
bye
in
gathering
dawn

whisper
black
shadows
insinuate
a
goldening
morn

as
we
fall
together
life
is
borne



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 00:55

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Mark J. Wood
The poppies near to me grow alongside a busy road. They get covered in fumes and dirt but I am sure that I can see hand-shaped leaves sticking middle-fingers towards the traffic.
2007-06-27


Zoya Zaidi
And
in
the
ecstasy
of dawn,

I find
another
delight in your
Poem!

dear Peter!

((Hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2007-06-25


Rob Graber
Poppies red, clouds white, whisper black: Beautifully crafted!
2007-06-25