Yellow Tales

A poem about yellow.

Displays of yellow in the yard

every spring with winter gone,

blooms of profusion in this lab,

bold dandelions with aplomb.

It is bursts of weed graffiti

emanating without challenge.

Sunshine hues the gray of mornings

after midnight’s darkened data;

Knocking at the night, light will peek

o’er dawn’s wall in yellow promo,

nonchalant to forenoon’s login.

Yet this soothing spectral array

intercedes without alibi.

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

Very good, and it is indeed fresh to see rhymed/metered poems. I love the usage of unique words, but then again, I feel like the usage is just too much (Don't mind if it was of a natural flow).

Keep writing.