A Poem by Juliespenhere

It came and went
Or did it?
Like any other day
In her life
A day of reckoning
Of her alone
Her mortality
Her loneliness
The shops and adds
Ablaze with red
Red red red hearts
Red roses
She walked past the flower stall
He saw her eyes
Aflame with red
Tears washed her mascara
Panda eyes he knew
I’ll buy you a rose he said
She looked
He held out a yellow rose
She clutched her red heart
Now ablaze
With yellow red purple blue heart emotions
It stopped beating for a second
She held the rose
It was her yellow rose
Her heart awash with yellow laughter
Yellow is your colour he said
As they dined
Later that night
As he kissed her tears goodbye
She bade him farewell
That was thirty years ago
She still buys yellow roses for his grave
Their children wore yellow to the funeral
It happened on Valentine’s Day
Yellow is the new red she thought
As she walked the streets late one valentine night now an older wiser lady
She ignored the red posies in the shops
And bought herself a single yellow rose
Yellow rose for you dear she heard
As she passed an abandoned flower stall
She cried yellow tears all the way home
She still loved him
He was still with her
Yellow is her colour
Yes definitely

© 2018 Juliespenhere

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Nicely told, a lifetime of romantic longing as signified by mainly the two chosen colors. Most of this journey is spent in aloneness, but I found myself wishing the "togetherness" part lasted longer (it felt rather abrupt when it ended). Good use of symbolism, since so many lonely ones place huge expectations upon this holiday, as well as red roses. *sigh!* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Thanks Margie sorry for late reply been on hols go bk tomorrow 🤨
More than skill, more than emotion, more than love can be described in words.

Your yellow is pure gold. Beautiful.

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Wow Thankyou so much

11 Months Ago

Only the truth..
reading pulled my heart and threatened to bring tears welling up ..i love the short punch of lines ..the longer bringing me to pause on the scene ..this is a tear jerker for me ..well done thoughts of oh ..maybe change this or that ... a keeper says i!

Posted 12 Months Ago


12 Months Ago

Wow thanks
That means a lot to me
Yes I rarely edit
I wrote this quickly read more

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Added on January 21, 2018
Last Updated on January 21, 2018



Sydney , Australia

Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I still work full time and live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend I write quickly it just flows and.. more..


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