It’s not a fragile thing to bleed —
or to pillow fears.
It’s not the boldest who bear arms —
those who wage the wars.
So let us be the poppies, brave —
courageous shedding tears.

by Robert Draves (@draves.robert)
Magaly gave us three images and phrases at toads. I fell for the fragile thing with a poppy. Also linking to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
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July 8, 2017
“…let us be poppies, brave”–bleeding, tearing, remembering…
Pillow fears – marvelous word choice!
“…to pillow fears.” I like the flow of your words here especially.
This is sweet.
I’m watching her right now. ❤
https://youtu.be/X4yYW0e9Mao
I don’t know about you, but I can’t get enough of her.
So let us be the poppies, brave —
courageous shedding tears.
Shedding tears of the innocents to the wild escapades and deathly experiences of them ending in stupors of the vanquished
Hank
Let us take in our poppies and remember.
Well done
I loved the poem, but the train of thought from poppies to opium to painkillers suggests other things… Sorry, just wanted to ask about that.
I was more thinking of poppies as that of Flanders’ Fields..
Ah yes. I see.
It’s so interesting that someone thinks of poppies with painkillers, as I can only think of Flanders’ Fields and all those terrible battlefields of WWI. And to me they underly your poem, the stupidity of that War and the terrible terrible waste, and what’s come since. Thanks much. You are very right in your statements here. k.
There are lessons to be learned from the poppies, I think! An evocative write.
Your poem is poppy-bright.
This is great. So sweet and inspiring. I loved it.
Yes that did bring up the absolute waste of life in the trenches of WWI. Nothing weak about crying though… absolutely agree.
The illustration was so apt for your poem as the poppy itself looks sad.
Tears ooze out of the windows of the soul for a purpose – to give us balm and make us strong again. Thank you, Bjorn.
I agree – there is strength in being able to cry
Very evocative. The world’s a poppy field now. Sigh.
Beautifully eloquent, Bjorn 🙂
This gave me chills on a sunny winter’s day.. That only happens when words touch something deep inside my subconscious mind and trigger a tactile response. What more can I say?
Yes, let us be so–war is around us but it does not have to be in us.
Very nice, thank you for sharing
wow this was moving and eloquent. loved the tone. thanks for sharing.
Oh how I have missed your beautiful, poignant poetry….so what a delight upon my return to read this stunning poem. Very moving!
You packed memorable phrases into few words, Bjorn. I bow to your talent.
Evocative and lovely .
I had to stop and think about pillowing fears. It took a bright and unexpected turn of phrase and color.
It’s difficult to connect beauty with the grief of war. But you’ve done it. Your poem is sad and beautiful.
So beautiful, the poem and the brave poppy.
Yes, a very true statement. Thanks for posting.
The poppy: an emblematic and allegorical blossom that holds a mournful load in its delicate petals.
you built wonders with this fragile thing of a poppy
Poppies one of the most beautiful of flowers, and perhaps very brave when you think of it? The poppy will be here only briefly, opens gloriously, and then the petals drop away. Reminds me of the cherry blossoms.
Magic.
In Flanders Field…I can not but think of WWI and how we have to count our world wars in Roman numerals. Poppies are so brave. Moving and eloquent.
I love this! The simplicity is on target. We need more poppies in this world. 🙂
brave yet fragile – the poppies and the feeling of this beautiful poem
We are brave yet fragile. I think not only of war with weapons, but the war my daughter fights so bravely to deal with her health issues.
I like that “brave enough to bleed.”