Yellow Walls

by timjim77
  • January 25, 2006
  • Poetry
  • Other

With cream flavored hands,
She rocks her child
In the yellow-lit room
With a lullaby wild.

And the yellow walls
Speak in softer tones
As the babe is weeping
Through its poor bones.

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lin night
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lin night commented · Fri Jan 27, 2006 5:01 am

The "lullabye" was intentional, was it not? If I understood the poem correctly, it fits quite well.

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xanthan gum
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xanthan gum wrote a review · Thu Jan 26, 2006 10:03 pm

fix "lullabye" and fix the rhythm on this line:

Yellow seeps through its bones.


otherwise, it was very good. i didn't catch the entire meaning, i'm sure, but i enjoyed in nonetheless.
i suppose rhyming poetry is catching on more. this certainly is leaving me behind. :)

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Angel17
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Angel17 commented · Thu Jan 26, 2006 11:29 am

i like the varied pace. Its slow until the end and then speeds up, it added more of an effect.

Also; lullabye should be lullaby.



To answer before listening—that is folly and shame.
— Proverbs 18:13