Alone little yellow

The small things gone unnoticed.

I found a yellow crayon
on the bus today.
It lay in the seat ahead of me.
So lonely.
I picked it up
and painted my page
with its vibrant youth.

Like hills made of sunset
she innocently filled the blank,
and with a message
as to say:

"And  to  _^the
window [she] sang

the past  a w a y"

Brilliant was this alone little yellow.

But I knew that it was not for me to keep.
So when it was done,
I put it on the seat next to me.

The crayon so small and unnoticed

was sat upon not just once,
but twice mind you did I see.
Until it was time for me to leave,
and at once, I said:
"M'am, you are sitting
on a beautiful yellow crayon.

Please... give it a good life."

and I was off.

Author's Note

*remarkably -not- a work of fiction.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Yellow is the colour of optimism, lightness and happiness I believe. I also once read that yellow cars are involved in less accidents than cars of any other colour.

I read the crayon to be a good and cheerful person who never offends anyone but who gets sat on by others from time to time, but who is never crushed and is always capable of giving colour in the hands of someone with the imagination to see what the crayon can do and the creativity to pick it up. Enjoyed the read.

[Emily B]

Oh, a new favorite. Bright and thoughtful and creative. "Give it a good life." I love that line. This is something I could read over and over.

[Chloe]

Nice. It's really carefully pieced for a poem written about something that seems so simple. Kudos.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I really enjoyed this and knowing a crayon of bright yellow can make someone feel so much better is a good thought .. i love colors and poetry with color in them.. glad the person was told they were sitting on a beautiful yellow crayon .. nice poem..
Chloe
xoxo