Contumacious


A lone pair of poppies
bloom in the dry wild
of summer drought.

Dust eats away at patches
of blue sky, yet the flowers
stand defiant valentines
in a sea of shriveling umber.

They are apples of Eve,
bold crimson painting
the arid landscape with survival.


©Susie Clevenger 2020


Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
I love their brave painting of the arid landscape with survival.
Yvonne Osborne said…
"Apples of Eve". I like that. My mama loved poppies, especially the salmon colored ones. They stand out like no other.
Wonderful to see them as such symbols of glorious defiance.
Unknown said…
Life itself is a defiance, flourishing More in the vast emptiness of space -- and so deserving of our care and notice. Dunno about you, but sometimes a poem is the only bit of color I can find in my day. Thanks for coming by earthweal! - Brendan
hedgewitch said…
Vivid and full of the satisfied awe that natural beauty alone can bring, I think. Sometimes less is more, and your brief but vital exposition on these two poppies speaks of finding hope in one of the most certain ways I know--by looking at all that survives in beauty.
JIm Feeney said…
"in a sea of shrivelling umber"....great energy and heat in this line....and I agree with Joy, sometimes less is more...JIM