Friday, October 29, 2010

Poetry Friday: Poppies by Sandra McPherson

Yes, that's me, the orange crayon in the box.
 (I wish I could find the rest of the pictures
 of my colorful cohorts that Halloween.)

I love orange. Not so much traffic cone orange, but golden orange, the color of autumn trees after a heavy rain, when the leaves radiate like inextinguishable flames. I didn't know quite why I loved this color so much until I read the opening line of Poppies, by Sandra McPherson. The progression of imagery in the poem trails into sadness, which is difficult. I wanted more blazing. Sigh.

Poppies
by Sandra McPherson

Orange is the single-hearted color. I remember
How I found them in a vein beside the railroad,
A bumble-bee fumbling for a foothold
While the poppies' petals flagged beneath his boot.

I brought three poppies home and two buds still sheathed.
I amputated them above the root. They lived on artlessly
Beside the window for a while, blazing orange, bearing me
No malice. Each four-fanned surface opened

To the light. They were bright as any orange grove.
I watched them day and night stretch open and tuck shut

Read the rest here.

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Poetry Friday is hosted today by Toby at The Writer's Armchair

5 comments:

  1. I really love orange, too -- it was such an unpopular choice when I was in grade school that I always said something safe like green, or even yellow. But now, I don't care. I have orange clothing - shades of bronzes and sunbursts of sari fabric in deepest burnt orange with threads of gold...

    (::sigh:: It's nice to be out of elementary school and not care what anyone else thinks of one's color choices. Too bad it takes way past the fifth grade for that sometimes.)

    I love that poem, too. Hadn't heard of the author, but I always like to collect the local Bay Area voices.

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  2. Lovely.
    Thank you, SLH.

    L2

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  3. Hello, Miss Orange :)!

    Orange = red + yellow (passion + sunshine).

    Lovely poem; the melancholy is perfect for autumn.

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  4. The opening, about orange being the single-hearted color, is so true. And I have to say I feel very sad about those poppies now. I always feel sorry for cut flowers, dying although they seem alive. Now, through this poem, I know I'm not the only one. Thanks so much for sharing this, Sara.

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  5. We're all cut flowers, blazing and dying. But yes, just for today, let's focus on the blazing and ignore the rest of it!

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