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poppies red
by Peter Humphreyspoppies
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 10/07/2006 Posted on 10/07/2006
Copyright © 2025 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/07/06 at 08:06 PM Hi Peter. What great shape and demension our world takes on, when viewed with the "double-vision" of two. Beautiful thoughts and writing. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/08/06 at 02:54 AM This is a marvelous use of single words to evoke color, a quiet expectancy, the world around us, and new beginnings. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/08/06 at 04:09 AM Peter, I love this. It's so tender and gentle, yet evokes all the colors your represent. These are the kind of words that a woman loves to hear from a man.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 10/09/06 at 02:35 PM how gorgeous, thanks for this. I love the colours of the flowers right now, and poppies are special. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/09/06 at 03:17 PM Poignant as armistice approaches.. another great write Peter |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 03/26/07 at 02:29 AM each word is like a whisp of the clouds floating across the sky...lovely! |
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