The turquoise cleanliness is a pretense, an illusion.
Beneath, the sky seeps scarlet from the purple of old bruises.
A defoliant drenched earth erupts with deadly
deceptive flora straining for
a breath of blue.
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“The earth is mankind’s ultimate haven, our blessed terra firma.” ~~~Gilbert Adair
Poem inspired by the photo above on One Stop Poetry.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Utilizing a lovely color palette, I think your details do indeed suggest an underside to a great beauty, which upon closer inspection is found to present illusion. Fine, suggestive lines for the prompt. Also like the cadence and use of alliteration.
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this has a wicked cadence to open with…what hides beneath the beauty?
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Nice work indeed – you ttuly capture these colours in this poem.
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Thanks, guys. I do appreciate your taking the time to comment. I realize this isn’t a “happy” poem but the image immediately struck me as surreal and the poppies looked kinda “nuked” to me. Just my weird outlook, I guess. 🙂
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Your words are extraordinary … crowsfete.blogspot.com
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