'Poppy Seeds'

Written in those psychedelic days of yore when I wore jeans on my patches scented with patchouli oil

POPPY SEEDS

 I was really

Doing nothing then she was there

Walking by my side wild flowers in her hair

 

I told her of

The lives I’ve led of yesterdays that

Made her laugh and tales of a paradise that was

 

She told me of a land of dreams

Of a kingdom built on poppy seeds 

Where it never rains and the flowers never die

 

Somewhere 

Way above the clouds 

And maybe just a little to the right 

 

Author's Note

Say it like ya write it
write it like ya think it

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I was born in 69 a product of the summer of love never new my father he was a railroad worker know his name but never met. know my birth mother she was 17 when i was born (i'm adopted) I have a few pictures of me with daisy crowns:) should try and dig one up! so I never really got to experience the sixties movement I did follow the dead for a while does that count. however this write sends me to those times

[Neville]

life is so very short, despite the number of candles being burnt, so everything counts my very good friend... and I'm sure the dead are grateful.. as am this old geezer........ smiling too :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Absolutely magical, Neville! When we are doing nothing and least expect it, life brings us some very special times...and people. Poppy seeds.....I like that! Lydi**

[Neville]

Thank you so very much Lydi** your visits always truly do brighten my day...... Neville

[sette]

of a kingdom built on a poppy seeds... so mystical so fascinating this is really an amazing metaphor

[Neville]

thank you dear sette, so much appreciated and now you know what I use my metaphor..... Neville

[Sami Khalil]

Experimaental days that will never be forgottn. There was some aura to living naturally as one's fit and be joyful while it lasted. Hard to bring it all back. An excellent memory lane poem, Neville...

[Neville]

Yes indeed, how very true my good & wise friend... Bless ya Sami go well and stay well... Neville

[Sami Khalil]

All good things. You are welcome.

[Neville]

............. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Would be a wonderful words my friend.
"She told me of her land of dreams
Of a kingdom built on poppy seeds
Where it never rains and the flowers
Never die"
I did like the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

and thank you my dear friend for considering these now ancient words.... it is almost midnight and I am listening to distant sounds that inspire me... among them the call of the vulk or wolf as they are called here.....

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poem and you are welcome my friend.

[Neville]

I am both honoured and proud my brother...

[Chris Shaw]

Stepping back in to snap shots ever sacred in our memory. Late sixties, early seventies. Flower power and loving, absolutely luvverly. Loved that era until Charles Manson and his cult well and truly put paid to it. Happy memories.

Chris

[Neville]

Peace, Love & All Good Things, eh' Chris..... cheers my friend............ N

[emmajoy]

' I told her of the lives I’ve led ~ Of yesterdays which made her laugh ~ And tales .. .. '

Such a canvas here. That's how it is, or can be. A memory snatched from time and valued more than.. .. Beautifully laid words and a sigh or few behind their meaning. Perhaps.

[Neville]

Thank you emmajoy, your visit and kind words are always appreciated.... Neville