On Poppies

Elaine Lanoue aliciajstonebreakergallery.com

Elaine Lanoue aliciajstonebreakergallery.com

The first poppies
have already opened
    out by the mail`box
they’re bright orange
they make me think

of a California boy
of cantaloupe sheds
    in the San Juaquin
pungent with scents
of overripe melons

too sweet for the nose
yet sugar on the tongue
    the wild orange poppies
bordering field on field
mail`box on mail`box

postcards bulk`mail`
fliers dropped by God
    to float in the breeze
reminding each of us
‘I remain who I am!’

“My feelings remain a kind of grade school simplicity.
I am dead. Then I am alive. And the older I get,
the more thrilled I am.” ~ Louise Glück


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to On Poppies

  1. How timely for it is Anzac Day here tomorrow – when we wear poppies to remember those who died in war. ‘In Flanders Field the poppies grow, between the crosses row on row…’

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  2. rivrvlogr says:

    I have two poppies-in-waiting. Maybe I’ll post a photo.

    Liked by 1 person

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