Poppies of the Heart
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| Poppy Field by Ashimjara CC License BC-NC-ND 2.0 |
Here you are again
Poppies of the Heart
Reminding me
Of Those
I forgot
Of Those
That left
Your bright red jollyness
Your 'Joie de Vivre'
Strong & Immortal
Your stem arises
Joyfully lives
No help do you need
To Bloom & Grow
Dear John* noticed you
Blowing between the crosses
For you would not be budged
No sorrow was too deep
No pain too piercing
You stayed
So we could remember
The beauty of Life
A life that moves and blows
With the wind of destiny
A destiny of memories too
That cannot do else but be forgotten
For we cannot remember all
All the time
But then your redness
Grows & Blooms
And I can remember!
Yes, I do!
And I'm so grateful
To remember
Those I forgot
And Those that left
Those that are now
My beloved Poppies of the Heart
Audio version here on YouTube
*John McCrae.
Here's his famous poem written in 1915
In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.