Yellow,
Brightens the mind
Opens the eyes
Dances across the iris
Light as a feather
Yellow,
A wild mustard flower
Whirred around in the cool breeze
Alone in a vast field of soft green grass
Radiates like a beacon of hope
Yellow,
A bitter sweet perfectly ripe lemon
Dangles from a delicate branch
Crisp and glowing
Yellow,
Children laughing
Basking in the warmth
Of the sweltering sun
Yellow,
Unbreakable the strength
Of its influence
Bright and beautiful
Dispels dolor
Yellow,
Illuminates cracks in the wall
Where darkness hides
Expels the evil lurking
Unseen but always known
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Author:
Dawn (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2017 16:38
- Comment from author about the poem: I just liked yellow at the time.
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Comments2
Beautifully done. My wife's grandmother said, " you need a little yellow in every room."
A lovely bright poem an a dull dull day. Thank you.
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