Bright side of yellow glows inside;
Seasons change, autumn shades.
“I am enough,” said the pollen
“Bright enough for me. ”
And hovered the bee.
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Category: Writing Poetry
Yellow Beak
…Isn’t mine…isn’t her
Pecked, scattered into shreds
Her yellow beak
…orange …yellow
Blended with ripe mangoes
Myna, three birds on count
… three…joy
Volumes spoken, unintended
Television blared in the background
…Isn’t mine…isn’t her.
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Yellow Streak
Yellow streak on her aging hair –
Strong, independent and young.
Young man hid behind aging wall;
Wall stood strong, not his yellow streak*.
*Idiom “yellow streak” : act cowardly
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Yellow Pages
Telephone booth
Watches over
Yellow pages.
Stranger sighs!
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