Yeterli Gelibolu Yeterli
(Enough Gallipoli Enough)
Passchendaele and the Somme all those battles
~ To end all wars and all we got is poppies ~
More ‘papaver’ red petals in Gelibolu as far as eyes can
see and minds can take sprinkled over constant denial
like rancid blood sweet talked in icicles of raging demise
~ Hypnogogic Hallucinations ~
~ Dreams are for real ~
Not in my name but surely it can’t be the fault of
those flowers that they seed so happily where the
sorrow remains fertile on sculls engraved under
~ Crosses and Half Moons like ~
~ Weeping Widows clothed in a scarlet sea ~
Nature works well when left alone from sick human minds
beauty does not require money power bullets or greed
but poppies seem to grow best when rooted on bone meal
~ Humanity crushed into osseous matter ~
~ Calcified depravity forever and when...~
04th May 2018
Categories:
papaver, farewell,
Form: Free verse
SIT DOWN LIKE MATISSE
Sit down like Matisse
with coloured paper and scissors
and cut a red Eastern poppy -
papaver orientale!
Stare at goldfish in a bowl,
consider your life in art;
what it's done for your soul:
luxe, calme et volupte.
Categories:
papaver, art
Form: Rhyme