feeling yellow

a feeling on a grey day

feeling faded
yellow
like the bruise
that lingers
from the unkind
words
that spew
from your
angry lips
makes me
hunger
for the
true blue
pain
that made me
leave you.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Words cut deeper sometimes than a physical blow.
I don't like where this comes from but you've expressed it so beautifully.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for visiting this one. These feelings stop by from time to time -- best to let them out before they fester.:)

[Matching Socks]

I know the feeling, I get it... Yeah, let them out.

[Emily]

'feeling faded
yellow
like the bruise'

I really liked how you compared it to a bruise.
Very nicely written!

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you Emily for stopping by.

[V]

Heartfelt and painful description. Sort of numb and almost a tad blunt in a way. I like the title a lot and hiw you used the colors to empathize a kind of feeling.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. It goes back to something, a long time ago, when Bruise Yellow was a poem I sent to someone I thought I loved at the time.

[V]

I think you told me about this poem before once. This topic though beautifully expressed shouldn't be something knowable/relatable for anyone. But that's the issue with beauty, it invents itself even in the saddest parts.

[Lyn Anderson]

Very true, and why I love the work of Anne Sexton, despite her sad end.

[V]

I like her writings too. I'm glad you reminded me of her-haven't read her in a while. I wrote a poem once inspired by her poem The Garden but I removed it entirely from my life...

[V]

Oh From the garden

[Bacchus]

oh my-
so well said through
the colors of our pains.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. This poem has been rather lonely -- lost in the shuffle as it were. Such is the burden of splashing so many poems up at once. I was reminded, by someone, about people who keep returning to abusive relationships -- we get stuck in limbo until something really bad happens again to force us out.