In the past there were groups on favorite colors with deadlines and stress. This Happy Yellow Friday is for anyone who loves the color yellow like I do. Once a week, on Fridays I will post something that has yellow in it.
Feel free to post photos you like with yellow in it here too. I do this at the very start of Winter which really makes me Blue.
Friday, October 31, 2014, # 1
Black sky, shiny pearl
String of feelings, clouds, storms move
Shifting energy.
Français : Lune (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Flying, sky pink air
happily through marshmallows
The joy of wonder.
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A new world of stress
sky lights up flames thrash
The force of nature.
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Woman in Blue (Photo credit: thorinside)
She stands by the window at a safe distance and looks outside
She used to be somebody I knew very well,
but I don’t know who she is anymore.
Soul-mates, matched perfectly, shadows giggling together, joyful voices floating in the air, singing like angels
Now, she is questioning everything she thought was definite.
Her pale face lined by wrinkles and her red hair is limp, lifeless dragging on her shoulders.
Big blue eyes are downcast, dull.
They used to shine with excitement, sparkle like stars, fireworks when excited.
It didn’t take much to make her happy. Little things worked easily.
It’s as if my heart was cut out
in the middle of the night without warning.
I went to sleep with the soul within me,
my arms slipping comfortably around his neck,
somewhere in the cold night I felt pulled, scared and anxious,
ripped apart leaving the warm comfort I thought we had together.
I used to know who we were but now I don’t.
There was always a secret, she knew that, was hostility it?
Passive-aggressive behavior? Something else?
She did not want to tear her family apart for a couple of remarks in many years.
But, what about settling?
What about resigning yourself to a life that is just good enough,
Accepting that things won’t get better but will stay the same or worsen.
Is that enough to keep a relationship alive?
Her parents, dead and alive, her sister, why all this grief?
Does she hate them all now?
How do you get rid of a past that still plagues you?
There are so many questions now and no answers.
Time is not my friend, time is nobody’s friend.
I am sad, miserable, drenched in uncertainty,
I look out the window and see my reflection.
English: A chocolate cake during the 4th of July (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In keeping with the Fourth of July, here in the States:
Red, White, Blue (and Yellow)
HAPPY JULY 4 th.
English: fireworks seen across the at Washington, D.C., USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Have a safe and wonderful weekend.
ink on a pin / underneath the skin (Photo credit: kathleenjoyful)
Memory stabs her
Like a flailing, fragile bird
Sadness punctures holes.
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