The Poppies

Somewhere beyond these auburn hills 
of a million sunning flowers, 
there’s a place that I once loved 
among the green side. 

Pour milk into my burning lungs
to sooth a swollen heart,
to fix what might have broke,
on the wayside. 

A ship left with all my pretty flowers
to somewhere lost in blue,
I pray she made it safe 
to the far side.

Reviews

[Gandré]

I also liked the poem, especially its rhythm, the melancholy is not intrusive, its calm and hoping.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

Amen. :-)
This is poised so poignantly...pain, longing, melancholy conveyed so gracefully...it whispers straight to the heart.

[Emily B]

oh, i pray she does too