and gather poppies/ graft
with me and
follow the moon
no grace can hold
us captive/ no faith can mark
us red/ graft with
me your heart to
mine/ as
we are lovers of wind/ of
rain/of similar skies
woolen to mute/ lovers
of days less
then/ so shall we
gather
now poppies
prior to our calm/ prior to our sun
and the naming
of our grave
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
Girls in a Poppy Field, c. 1896
Edmund Montague Morris, Canadian, 1871 - 1913
Lovely, Barbara.
ReplyDeleteI'm working on a poem now.
Thank you Maureen...bkm
Deletemmm lovely...love the grafting together and that you keep coming back to it...unity leads us forward...and i like the near same yet different lines as well....
ReplyDeletethank you Brian...as always....blessings..bkm
Deletegraft, gather, grace and grave, a beautiful call to love before the bleeding ends.
ReplyDeleteThank you my Gnome..I always look forward to your thoughts...blessings..bkm
ReplyDeletehow completely beautiful! I love the way you've threaded the lines through each other...everything linked...I invite you to participate in the gratitude quilt this year...I think you will appreciate the experience of sharing what you are grateful for and viewing the whole quilt unfurled on Nov 22...stop by my blog to learn more about it.
ReplyDeleteSuch carefully interwoven words. I haven't been around for some time, Barbara and am so glad I caught this today...
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