When Will White Poppies Bloom In Flanders Fields

Glad I stumbled on this poem; here I can see a different aspect of the usual Charm. I especially like the movement from war to peace. This is what diamonds are made of! // paul

Absolutely outstanding Charmaine...what a wonder you are...

Great response to the challenge and I love your subject matter. It sure was nice to find this one I had missed from earlier, Charma. Be on the look out. A card has been sent your way.

You did well on this challenging form. I think I need a more steady pen before tackling this challenge... Jake

Hi Charmaine, expressive and creative write from you.. Ken

Stopping by to say a warm hi to you beloved poet. : )

Good morning Charmaine.

riveting work , charms... quite different for your usual fare.. love the vivid imprints here..:) huggs

Thanks for your visit Charmain.

nicely penned diamante...good luck in the contest :)

great write Charmaine....best wishes...

excellent piece structured beautifully

Powerfully done, dear Charmaine. This says so much.

Charmaine this is lovely, you sure bring out the sentiment in me....

Excellent. Well penned. Tfs

Only the hand of God can remove the blood from the poppies and restore it to the lost soldiers. "Peace at last, peace at last!"

BRILLIANT!!! Absolutely brilliantly written my dear Charmaine! You have run the gamut of human existence with the world ending in peace... there is always hope, dear friend! Love and hugs, Jack xoxoxox

Excellent entry for the contest. It was an utter delight to peruse your work tonight here back in the Caribbean. May you grow from strength beloved poet.

Thanks for the entry, Charmaine

I think this is an excellent and very topical diamante, charmaine; great to see you entering another contest! :)

This is a brilliant Diamante Charmaine! I really enjoyed reading this enlightening poem this evening my friend! What a powerful message you present within this piece, Great Work!!

Hey, Sweet Beautiful Charma Charmaine. How Be Her Precious Cinderella This Fine Day ? As To Venture An Answer Towards This Longing Heart's Poetic Question Perhaps In Title ~ When The Saints Come, Marching Home *.* Smile, Divinities Divine Poppies Of, `Love` ~ A Metaphor Of Course But They Know Whom, They Are ? Good To Find Your Loving As Lovely Beauty Once More; Shining Bright Her Candle In, `Light` ~ My Love, Always, John