But on discovering this photo on Sunday Musing's blog. I had an urge to let the words flow, so read on below:-
Poppy fields and paper planes? They shoot thoughts back to a war, when planes were metal and poppy fields ran with blood.
But now, any mention of poppies catapult thoughts spinning to the drug barons, who have succeeded in making red poppies more deadly than silver bullets, and our whole world a battlefield...
You took a somber, thoughtful approach to the art and delivered a prose poem packing quite a punch ... well done!
ReplyDeleteThinking too much has ever been my lot! But thanks for popping by to listen to my thoughts today. :-)
DeleteI like your observations. "Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade" (from Sting's Children's Crusade) be they war's blood-soaked fields or pushed into one's veins.
ReplyDeleteJadeLi@tao-talk
You've made me want to go away and look for Sting's Children's Crusade, once I find an odd moment! ♥
DeleteI am so sorry I am so late getting to your post! I am delighted you joined us at the Muse, and your response is deep and thought provoking. It will be stirring around in my mind and heart all day.
ReplyDeleteLate is always better than never, Blogpal. No apologies needed. :-)
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