(Inspired by) Color

I once was yellow
In a full summer swell
A cheerful gal
Blonde and golden
And young
And capricious
And carefree
Hair flying in the
Wind of my own
A bursting beam
Upon the scene
A breathless stare
I’d engender,
Though I scarcely
Knew it
Heads turned and
Life bowed
In my presence
As I flit and pranced
In my swirls of
Girlish yellow
Now I sit soaking
In the Winter sun
Owning my
Faded palette
Where I dip and dally
In the art that
Takes me
Back to me–



    • This is a better platform for the poem than in front of camp using a yellow scarf for the movement…probably followed by a Justin Bieber lipsync! sigh

  1. Very cool! I enjoy your poetry. This one, in particular, reminds me of a passage from Joan Didion’s “On Keeping a Notebook,” which states: ” . . . I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”

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