Tuesday, June 10, 2014

A field of sad poppies

A field of sad poppies,
Their heads bowed down
As petals of red
Orange and yellow
Sing a final bold song
Of butterfly wings
Or torn parachutes
Spinning reckless colour
Over wind-whipped ground

Rachel Westfall
June 10, 2014

2 comments:

christopher said...

Your sad poppies put me in a mood.

Still Waiting

I had hoped you found
your peace among the flowers
as you said you would.
I had hoped for sign
of you just outside my door,
or towels draped near,
or open cabinets
where you keep your silken things,
or just something, dear,
something to tell me
this thing we share is still true.
All I hear is wind.

June 14, 2014 7:55 PM

We started hanging out like this in 2009. Five years. Wow.

Rachel Westfall said...

Christopher, you inspired me again. My response is posted above (into the green).