She was the color of yellow, when he looked in her eyes
The soft gentle feeling, ensued by glorious surprise
The sweet smell of springtime, and dew covered flowers
A mirrored reflection, he'd get lost in for hours
She flowed like a melody up in his head
First soft and then vibrant, like a kite on a thread
The sweet, pulpy lemon, on a flaxen summer day
His eyes squinted with anticipation. as she wandered his way
His very own sunshine, his lovely sunray
He knew, no other colors, could make his heart stray
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin4 days ago in Wander
Comments (6)
This is one way to see the color of Yellow.
Awww, this was so sweet and lovely! Such a wonderful poem for the challenge!
May you forever be yellow in the eyes of those you love, my friend..., ...though not in a jaundiced sort of way. (Sorry, I just had to.)
This is gorgeous Kelli! Every single line is superb. Thanks for taking part!
Yellow is my favorite Color 🎨
Beautiful and it reads like a song.