Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Three Red Poppies



Three Red Poppies 6x6"oil on canvas panel ©2009 C.L.Burgess
Last poppy for a while...Here is a favorite poet of mine and her thoughts on poppies.

Poppies

Mary Oliver fom Blue Iris: Poems and Essays


The poppies send up their

orange flares; swaying

in the wind, their congregations

are a levitation


of bright dust, of thin

and lacy leaves.

There isn't a place

in this world that doesn't


sooner or later drown

in the indigos of darkness,

but now, for a while,

the roughage


shines like a miracle

as it floats above everything

with its yellow hair.

Of course nothing stops the cold,


black, curved blade

from hooking forward—

of course

loss is the great lesson.


But I also say this: that light

is an invitation

to happiness,

and that happiness,


when it's done right,

is a kind of holiness,

palpable and redemptive.

Inside the bright fields,


touched by their rough and spongy gold,

I am washed and washed

in the river

of earthly delight—


and what are you going to do—

what can you do

about it—

deep, blue night?


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