In open field, the poppies tall,
Wake from sleep so deep, to fly;
Their paper petals, flushed, enthrall,
Flat out, they flout their blooms, unshy.
The winds will blow, red men will fall,
Blood-tears shed—- bled into sky;
Tossed to heaven, once-silenced spirits all,
With no word ever heard, they cry.
Kat Mortensen©2010
Four in the morning,
Night sky alight with bright stars—
I just want to cry.
Skat@2020
Streaky horizon,
random peaks dot the cloudscape–
anotherworldly.
skat@2017
Goldfinches sail by,
wee yellow dolphins dipping–
in a sea of sky.
skat@2017
You were gone so long
It took some time to notice
When at last, you shone.
skat@2017
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