Yellow

Hunger conquers. Love considers.
As life concedes and pain bewilders.
Anguish strips us of our shielding.
Cold. Relentless. Ever-wielding.
Yet we let the anguish pass
Forget, and hide amongst the mass.
Even I who swore to never
Seek cold comfort, cruel forever;
Even I found yellow rest,
In the days upon my nest,
Long descended from the sky,
Angry when the night asked why.

It had been hated. Degraded.
Hardly heart-defying. Shaded.
Hard warmth. For a moment’s pleasure.
Mindless. Careless. Lady’s leisure.
And yet the strongest of the weak
Can break in sobs and fade grow meek.
None can tell you your belief.
None may soothe you in your grief.
None can tell you where to go.
None but you can ever know.
When you learn that, when you see,
It may break your heart in three.
Yet ’tis not bad to dance alone.
May your eyes remain your own.

– Written by Anna Williams at age 17
in Prague, Czechoslovakia

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Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera's Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at Lulu.com.

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4 Responses to “Yellow”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    You wrote this at age 17?!? Wow. I love the passion of this poem and the strength of conviction in your words. The lines are short, sharp and emphatic. A little different than your others, IMO. I really *felt* your resolve. Great read!

    janetleigh

  2. Jodi Barone Says:

    I love the power, placement and words of the entire poem and especially of “May your eyes remain your own.” A beautiful poem for everyone who has taken a yellow rest, everyone human.

    jodi barone

  3. janetleigh Says:

    You wrote this at age 17?!? Wow. I love the passion of this poem and the strength of conviction in your words. The lines are short, sharp and emphatic. A little different than your others, IMO. I really *felt* your resolve. Great read!

  4. writerwoman Says:

    It had been hated. Degraded.
    Hardly heart-defying. Shaded.
    Hard warmth. For a moment’s pleasure.
    Mindless. Careless. Lady’s leisure.

    That is my favorite part. It flows like a beating drum, hard and strong. Intense.

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