nyctinasty [or where the poppy fields burn]
we start & we stop & we start again
I mean everyone needs to rest & refuel
before getting back in on the action
it seems like everyone’s wearing masks
either protecting themselves or others
but perhaps for other reasons entirely
big brother capturing the action on video
sometimes from as far away as 5oo miles
meanwhile beyond the cities poppy fields
live & die year after year after year
folding themselves in on cool summer nights
only to reopen come the morning light
june two thousand twenty
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Hello there, Jdub … I feel the emotion in your last three poems; whether we live in Australia or the US, or anywhere else on this beautiful planet, it is a time for a reckoning; where is humanity headed? Take care my friend.
Hey Anne nice to have you stopping by! Stange days indeed, to say the least. Hoping you and yours are doing great. Let’s make 2021 the year!
Great idea, Jdub …something to look forward to. In the meantime, we can continue writing and reading poetry xx
Beautiful words, John. It’s surreal how things have changed in our world, and yet, some things like the poppies go about their normal routine. And I’ve really loved the vibrant orange poppies this year. All the flowers have seemed more vibrant and present than before. Or maybe I’m just paying better attention. 🙂
Yes it is surreal, Lauren, a perfect word to describe these past days. I also agree abuot the vibrant colors these days, helps to offset the grey skies. xo
so true. We can’t even breathe nature’s fresh air or admire and inhale flowers. Hope at least 2021 will be normal.
oh yes there are better days the people are making sure of it