My Beloved

My beloved poppies are starting to fade
Trampled down by heavy rains
Tossed about like colorful rag dolls
I lay on the humid grass
The rain touches my skin gently
A new perspective on the sky above
My poppies with their reaching arms.


Boston Thek Imagery

My Beloved by

Favorite

Comments

  • John Linton
    John Lintonabout 3 years ago

    “I’d change her sad rags into glad rags if I could
    My folks won’t let me ‘cause they say that she’s no good
    She’s a rag doll, such a rag doll
    Though I love her so, I can’t let her go”
    OK, that was stupid, but the poem rocks.

  • Thanks John…just trying a new thing. :) Be a more rounded person. :) Hahah!

    – Boston Thek Imagery