drops of red poppies
luminous in the breeze
of remembrance
evokes
the youths laughter
heard long ago
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #14 hosted by Thotpurge
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #14 hosted by Thotpurge
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The grief of war losses.. nicely done Sumana… thanks for sharing.
drops of red poppies
luminous in the breeze
of remembrance
precious lines, Sumana. 🙂
Thought provoking and beautiful,
Elizabeth
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Beautifully written and thank you.
I can see the red blooms and almost feel the memories……
Nice. On the heals of veterans day. A poppy to remember.
Sad to think back to their laughter, unless we are just dwelling
on the good times we had — before.
Good remembrance.