Poppies have transformed the hillside
in the afternoon breeze they sway
like a scarlet tide washing
cleansing all the hill's dullness away
are there powerful opiates at work this day
no the transformation is the mind's play
eyes transfixed by the poppie's magic
tricks,tantalizing my expectations
with psychedelic transformations
rhythmic waves that mutate reality
into a red sea of individual conceptuality
more likely is that, the reality
Regis
Sheila
Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
scarlet tide" in this wondrous poem,Jon!Thanks for the repost!
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You flatter me but thank you for citing me as a source of inspiration and since I haven't read this poem before it comes to me "a scarlet tide" fresh and new and wonderful, and those final three lines stunning.
John
Blessings,Christine
A lovely picture, lovely lines: poppies that "sway like a scarlet
tide." It can't be written much prettier than that. Thanks. And
thanks to our good friend in Singapore, Mr. Flanagan. -gene.