Poem -
Where The Poppies Dance
There are halfway places
Just beyond earth's molten sky
I can visit them at will it seems,
Right now...
Before I die
Sleepy glimses
Of those open lands
Where poppies dance in red
Where sun beams down her
golden rays, where
No word exists
For dead
Where everything there ever was
Lives onĀ forever... just because,
I dream it so
I need it so, and so
It simply
Is
M P 16/12/21
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It's only 11:45 here for me but I've been working this week so haven't had the free time any earlier like normally. Well at least we are not bottling up our thoughts ..... Strength is discovered at our weakest times...... You're a strong woman Marion..... I appreciate your rawness of your poems and the strength shown to express your feelings poetically. ā¤ļøRobĀ
Rob you cannot talk to people about the can of emotions that grief is because people have living to do while the grieving are dying. Poetry doesn't care either way. Goodnight my friend...or good morning in my case but I'm.off to bed anyway x
These words weave sharp images and price the readers subconscious. You are such a clever writer x
Have you been here? This place you absolutely believe and know but also absolutely reject...because...the very fact of its existance can only be so by the removal of our loved ones from this life. I struggle!!! Thanks Tina šĀ
Bless you!Ā I am sure there are many places just like that, but I think they are different for everybody. I think these places are not exactly as we see them. Our brain cannot comprehend the reality and so it concocts a vision that we can understand ... if that makes sense. That is what I think xx