Poetry Thursday–The Colors of Pantoums: Yellow

Hello, I’ve returned.

In this week’s installment of The Colors of Pantoums, I wrote about the color yellow.  There were so many different interpretations I could have gone with–there is an unbelievable amount of symbolism already set up for the color.  In the end, I wrote three pantoums that I thought collectively captured everything I wanted for them.

So … here you go I guess.

 

Yellow: Movement One

I raise my hand to shield my eyes
From the brightness of the sun’s light.
This light is what will baptize
The lives we live until we are alright.

From the brightness of the sun’s light,
Here falls the disguise—
The lives we live—until we are alright
Below these pale skies.

Here falls the disguise.
Let go in the sunlight
Below these pale skies.
Your life won’t take long to rewrite.

Let go in the sunlight.
There’s no need to improvise.
Your life won’t take long to rewrite.
Trade your cowardice in for an intellectual compromise.

There’s no need to improvise.
In the speed of light,
Trade your cowardice in for an intellectual compromise.
After all, it’s only polite.

In the speed of light,
I raise my hand to shield my eyes,
After all, it’s only polite.
This light is what will baptize.

 
Yellow: Movement Two

The lemonade is sour—all it needs is sugar.
I stir some in with a bright, yellow spoon.
All around, ants march, looking like beggars
Tasting sugar in the sunlight of June.

I stir in some with a bright, yellow spoon,
Turn my face to the sunlight, let it flood me with vigor,
Tasting sugar in the sunlight of June.
In this light, sugar seeking ants seem like gold diggers.

Turn my face to the sunlight, let it flood me with vigor.
A table spoon of sugar is all I needed for this lemonade afternoon
In this light, sugar seeking ants seem like gold diggers
On this picnic table left sugar strewn.

A tablespoon of sugar is all I needed for this lemonade afternoon.
All around, ants march, looking like beggars
On this picnic table left sugar strewn.
The lemonade was sour—all it needed was sugar.

 
Yellow: Movement Three

With a palm towards the light tycoon,
I wonder how anyone could call the sun solace.
Like skin in water too long, my eyes begin to prune.
This ball of light is aweless.

I wonder how anyone could see the sun as solace.
He gives burns to all—no one is immune.
This ball of light is aweless.
He leaves nothing unhewn.

He gives burns to all—no one is immune.
I’ve seen the sun demolish—
He leaves nothing unhewn.
Yet, I can’t help but wonder why I find him flawless.

I’ve seen the sun demolish,
Singing acts of rage in a quiet tune.
Yet, I can’t help but wonder why I find him flawless.
I can’t believe I let myself swoon.

Singing acts of rage in a quiet tune,
My lips ache with an unfulfilled promise.
I can’t believe I let myself swoon
As I walk toward him, solemn.

My lips ache with an unfulfilled promise.
Like skin in water too long, my eyes begin to prune
As I walk toward him, solemn,
With a palm towards the light tycoon.

 

That was fun.

Thank you for reading this, you lovely individual.  I appreciate the time you took to read this today.

There will be more pantoums next week on the color green.  I apparently have a lot to say about that color.  Ha.

Thank you again!

Okay, bye.

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