Not much comes to mind now as I think of something yellow <br />Except that Beetle Song that happens to mention yellow. <br /> <br />I do not care to cite a certain bird I know by name <br />Which of all living colors has a belly gleaming yellow <br /> <br />And how can I forget the time that youthful Dorothy <br />Sauntered with her friends along that road whose bricks were yellow. <br /> <br />So how am I to continue and finish this poem piece <br />If I can’t conjure more things which know the color yellow? <br /> <br />Let me see — are there fruits I know with that color? . <br />Is it a lemon that’s lemon colored or all yellow? <br /> <br />As I now recall, I can see there being in the fields <br />Some flowers still growing wild and proud of beaming yellow. <br /> <br />And last of all, I want to close with one fulfilling thought. <br />I wish to be the one who hears that harvest moon yell, O! <br /> <br /> - October 5,2009 <br /> <br />Published online Dec.21,2009 by The Ghazal Page in the Color Radif Challenge Issue. Go to: http: //www.ghazalpage.net/<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yell-o-ghazal/
