John McCrae wrote a poem in 1915,
Called In Flanders Fields about his dead friend Alexis Helmer,
On May the third, after he had presided over his funeral,
Where graves spattered about the poppy field so beautiful and red.
The colour represented the blood that was spilt,
Whilst remembering the energy which was so necessary;
Red for vigour, red for bloodshed, both remembered,
And red for the freedom to be understand with poignance.
Read In Flanders Fields at
http://www.inflandersfields.be/en/knowledge-center/online/the-in-flanders-fields-poem
Categories:
helmer, beautiful, bereavement, death, future,
Form: Blank verse
While reading the ADMIRABLE novels of *Maugham
My mind drifted to the enchanting streets of Paris.
Teaching the plays of Moliere, my roamings started
Over CAVING *National theatre of Paris, or the Globe.
Next day reading aloud the poem “My luv was like a red…”
The captivating poem of the bard Robert Burns of *Eyre
Shifting to Dublin to feel the BOUNTY of *the Abbey
And the play School for Scandal of Richard Sheridan.
There are patterns and patterns of fascinating dreams
And I knew creativity and genius do face monolith
Like Mark Twain I had no unpleasant or stressful HOVELS
As is said daydreaming or dreams are derided zarebas
But can be constructive in some contexts of fine arts or science
Proved to be TRANSPARENT realities in the later years of my life
Visiting all the dreamed-of-places of my day-dreaming raptures.
But still daydreaming has not left me as I have still dreams of
Visiting the entrancing lands of Anna Karenina and *Nora Helmer.
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Date:2-4-14
Form: Free Verse
Eighth Place win
Contest by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
helmer, dream,
Form: Free verse