she saw again,

the yellow bottom of the sea.

when she drowned 

in memories,

of that two bedroom flat.

with pale yellow walls,

the yellow tea pot, and,

the yellow photo frame with

a black and white picture,

taken in 1953.

of she and her lover,

and she sees through

his kaleidoscope eyes

the days of yellow flowers, and,

the sunday mornings, and

the yellow summer dress, but

the sun now goes pale, 

and with her translucent vision,

she gazes, heavy-eyed, at the

faint yellow rays.

◄ the music turns away

that silence.. ►


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Lory Gaur

Sat 21st Dec 2013 17:54

i'm glad u liked it harry. thanks :)

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Harry O'Neill

Sat 21st Dec 2013 16:40

Strangely sinister.

Like the `translucent vision` through the `heavy eyes`

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Lory Gaur

Sat 21st Dec 2013 09:41

thank u andy..

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Andy N

Fri 20th Dec 2013 12:30

made me shiver lory big style. lovely.

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Lory Gaur

Thu 19th Dec 2013 12:59

thank u :)

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Thu 19th Dec 2013 12:59

This is a beautiful poem. Hauntingly so.

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Rose Casserley

Thu 19th Dec 2013 11:04

reading this poem,I had to stop myself from almost blubbering! lovely!...sniff sniff.x

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