The Color of Heartbreak is Yellow

 

Simple yellow dandelions
the color of butter

of sunshine
of crayons

vibrant weeds hung heavily with childhood memories
a caught beam of light
 waiting to explode in wishes traveling on the wind.
And she picked them in a pretty bunch to lay across the lap
of the returned one 

as a gesture 
a token 
of her unchanging love.
 A river bends and slows but always
always
 the water moves and loves the sky it sparkles under and holds the path gently
even when its crumbling and falling away and chokes the river.
Empty words sprinkled like rain
like tears
and even emptier hands now fall to her sides

and she stands mutely screaming
a wrenching cry out and into the universe
why am I not loved?
why am I not enough?
and the universe swallows it
and answers…
you are
you’re not
everyone but you
no
not now
too late
of course my dear child
not you not you not you
But the screams echo
clanging
lodged too loud and tight in her ears to hear the answers…
While her bouquet of dandelions
 wilt on the curb
where she tossed them
hating the sight of them now
shamed and misfitting
unwelcome even in the smallest of burrows.
Sometimes the color of heartbreak is yellow.
Sometimes the river cries but nobody can see the tears for the water.
Sometimes letting go means you never
ever
will.
©jayetomas2014
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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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9 Responses to The Color of Heartbreak is Yellow

  1. rsvendsen07 says:

    This is heartwrenching but beautifully composed. ❤️

  2. ejfrostuk says:

    Lovely and heartbreaking!

  3. This one goes straight to the tripes. Beautifully put together and so terribly sad.

  4. billyboobs1 says:

    Thank you for the follow. This poem is beautiful, speaking to the hearts and souls of those fortunate enough to read it. I would like to read more of work, thus have followed you back.

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