A Yellow Wind Blew

A Poem by redzone

...I love the color Yellow...

A Yellow Wind Blew

(Note: this poem was inspired by Ana Papaya’s poem

Yellow Girl written last week. Thank you Ana for your poetry.)

There is a girl

sitting out on this road

while dirt and dust is blown

by a summer’s wind.

As the dust settles,

she scribes her words into poems,

singing them into syllables

nouns and verbs

all colored in shades of yellow;

her poetry is yellow.

Words the colors of the sun

are woven into stars,

into Chopin’s etudes

music that shines

just for you.

They are yellow

and she belongs to the wind,

to the howl,

to the poet’s hands.

~~~

There is this girl,

her poems are sometimes read

at ocean’s edge

where everything drops from sight.

But these words

and her voice continues

past horizon’s infinity

and into the night

cause she speaks them Yellow.

The ancient language

of no words

when colors were alive

in the universe.

~~~

There is this girl

sitting in the road

writing her poems in the dust,

she is alive;

she is Yellow.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.10.17

© 2017 redzone

Author's Note

...thanks for reading... and for Ana Papaya for writing such wonderful poetry...

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Sami Khalil

"she scribes her words into poems,
singing them into syllables
nouns and verbs
all colored in shades of yellow;
her poetry is yellow.
Words the colors of the sun
are woven into stars,"

Posted 7 Years Ago

Papaya

I really like the girl in this poem, I can relate to her.
A beautiful poem and I'm very happy it was one of mine that inspired this. That is the ultimate compliment in poetry. Thank you. And yeah, Coldplay. Can't go wrong with that one! :)