(If Burns had been around today he might have written this instead)
My luve is lyke a red, red poppie coursing through my veines
It leads me to a better worlde by dullinge my life’s pains.
Your poppie stands for sacrifice, for blude on Flanders fielde
My poppies for oblivionne, from pain from whiche I shield.
It populates grasse verges of my sorrowes twisting laynes
My luve is lyke a red, red poppie coursing through my veines.
There seems a prediliction for addiction
A constant source of social friction.
My ongoing thought (I've never ignored it)
Is how on earth do these users ever afford it? 😐
Hi John,
I absolutely see your direction there John and it is conveyed with clarity.
I was interested in how your words triggered my prejudiced/influenced thinking by use of specific words and images with which Britons are often bombarded. In that respect non-brits might not be so distracted.
I am fascinated by interpretations and how they can be wildly varied, your poem offered a really good example of such a vehicle for interpretation.
I would say that the thrust of your poem is clear and that it stands well without any convoluted interpretation such as mine...(for which I apologise)
David
Thankyou for your thought, David. Specifically, I centred this poem on a heroin addict, And for the Like, Holden.
Hi John,
I thought I'd chip in.
I appreciate the way this seemingly obvious poem highlights the juxtopose between the many differing types of people who find themselves homeless or in addiction. The use of the image of "The Poppie" pointing toward a possible prejudice long implanted in a nations psyche. The truth is, most who find themselves streetside are there due to some kind of trauma and pain (I highlight the use of the word most) as there are those who choose.
I do understand this piece is as much about addiction as homelessness, the image you have used to accompany the poem will possibly colour reactions and comments.
Your wordage is spot on, those veterans and others who fall between the cracks do often seek oblivion and nothing other than that (this I truly know) The other truth is they are not alone in their homelessness and seeking of oblivion by various poisons. Literally, the entire globe is represented on our streets today.
Many of those homeless vets fought in a conflict which encompassed a convenient regional poppy war with international influence and repercussions upon their own futures, ironic eh.
A poem probably a little more complex than it seems on first reading.
David.
Thankyou, Leon and David for the Like.
leon stolgard
Sun 17th Mar 2024 16:59
Great piece Johnny boy-( can't get over the absolute disgrace of homeless veterans ) rubber boat priorities wtf is that about?
My next one will be “Ya wee timorous bustie”, Graham. And thanks for the Like, Stephen.
That's it! All we need now is an annual 'Coopey Night Supper' not a bard idea at that!
Cutting edge as always JC. Where do they all come from? Or are you on the poppies too. 😇
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John Coopey
Mon 18th Mar 2024 16:47
Thankyou, MC and David again. A hefty part of the answer to the question you ask, MC, is crime. And thanks for the Like, Stephen A.