The Color of Heartbreak is Yellow

Chimera Poetry

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
 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
not now
too late

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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. 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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6 Responses to The Color of Heartbreak is Yellow

  1. alb29oclfl says:


  2. I said this was a wonderful title. It inspired this triolet that I’ll post here first, since I pinched your first line

    The colour of heartbreak is yellow,
    The sunlight that drowns the grey dawn,
    Love’s music of oboe and cello.
    The colour of heartbreak is yellow,
    Candlelight’s lingering glow,
    Bathes rumpled sheets. When you’ve gone,
    The colour of heartbreak is yellow,
    The sunlight that drowns the grey dawn.

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