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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "yellow"
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Yellow
ReplyDeleteThe color I never wear
Too alive
Too jump off the page
A walking race stripe
A bowl of lemons
A huge dose of sun
A smiley face sticker
On a ten-year old's backpack
Have a Happy Day
A color God invented
As he pondered an eight day week
Then thought better
Catherine Powers
April 27, 2013
Copyright 2013
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ReplyDeleteThe Missing Fish
ReplyDeleteA long time ago,
I thought I saw something
in my bottom drawer
underneath my socks and underwear
it didn't belong there
it should have been in a fishbowl
or in the little pond
in the backyard
or on the second shelf in the basement
in the section I keep my one book
on bicycle repair
The next time I saw it
or thought I saw it
was in a train station
in Unterschleißheim
while a Gymnasium boy
was showing me
how to use the box that stamps the time
on your railway ticket.
I bent down to pick it up
but my hand came up empty
damp
but empty
I thought I saw it
crossing the street
in front of my car
while I was at a red light
in downtown St. Paul
but I'm pretty sure
it was just a girl in a beige sweater
and navy blue shorts
whose shoulder bag
was too small
[I was lost in the hills
in Phuket once.
I wanted to go see the big statue
on top of the hill.
I wasn't going there to pray.
I was just impressed by the size
by the scale
and by the idea that people would still
still
donate more than 30 million baht
(more than 750,000 Euros)
to build a giant statue
of Gautama looking out at the bay.
There is now a marble tile
somewhere in His robes
with my daughter's names on it
and a small drawing
of an angel.]
I looked for it
in every box in the basement
that's followed us from house to house
and in the planter
that was here before we moved in
although I was pretty certain
it wasn't there.
Now, all these years later,
I'm not even sure I really saw it
in the first place.
Maybe it was just the reflection
of the early morning sun
off of an overused adjective
or the color of her hair.
- Mike Fedel
May, 2013