The rain has finally stopped and my flower gardens are ready to burst. It won’t be long before the papery orange blooms of these poppies are dancing in the breeze.
They inspired this poem:
Patient poppies bow their heads
like dancers offstage
waiting to make their entrance,
waiting their turn to shine
in the spotlight.
© Catherine Flynn, 2016
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Oh, to be the patient poppy! Love it! Great photo, too.
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The photograph add so much beauty to your post. I love the line, “Patient poppies bow their heads”. Nicely done!
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That patience waiting to dance beauty. We don’t have poppies here, so they are a magical flower to me.
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Your poppies are far more advanced than mine! Great photo! I hope you post one when they’re in bloom. I do love those heavy-headed beauties! Spring is such an anticipatory time, isn’t it?
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I love the alliteration with which you began this lovely poem, Catherine.
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“Waiting their turn to shine…” Please show us the pics when they bloom!
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