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.

[Raef C. Boylan]

The concept of this is endearing, inspiring and a pleasure to read.
Sometimes it's good to act on our instincts, particularly the nurturing ones.
You and the crayon brought each other a little unexpected joy. 'tis nice.

There were two places where the order of words bugged me, and I couldn't tell if you were working hard to rhyme or be jaunty or if they were errors:

"Brilliant was this alone little yellow." [actually, this line has just started to grow on me...]
"but twice mind you did I see"

I love how we exit this piece: the narrator creating a surreal situation for Yellow's new companion, dashing off on his profound line. We're left to wonder if she understood and appreciated, or tutted and ignored him.

Overall, this is lovely and well-written.
I enjoyed it. Thanks for posting it.

[Six Impossible Things]

Amazing-- the things that inspire us. And oh, the things that can bring us joy if we only take time to notice. I needed a smile today. There is a difference between simple and simplicity... and you've nailed it.
Thank you.

[Rachel Eisenberg]

Interesting, the life of a bus-rider.

'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"'
((copy and paste isn't my friend, but you get the idea))
This bit is good. I'm not sure where 'she' comes in, though. The crayon?

Sweet and simple. Formatting looks cool... Nice.

[Kindra JOY]

It's always the smallest, simplest things that bring the most joy, this is why so many overlook it. This brought the most wonderful smile to my face. Thank you.
-Kindra JOY

[The Tao of Bri]

Serendipity and syncronicity in tender retrospect.. Cool poem!~B

[J. Hampton]

Always said.....yellow was the happy color
a light yet sincere truth...we must sieze n' cherish the tidbits of comfort and goodness

clever...write...

Blesssssssssss

[Just Manoosh]

I am so glad Emily sent this to me. What a delightful piece honey (oh god did I just sound terribly English ....), I enjoyed every stanza as this story evolved in front of me. Lovely. Mx

[Dezaraye]

If I were a crayon, I would be yellow ... because yellow is always such a happy color and yellow colors the sun ... and smiling faces of flowers ... and so, so much beauty. I love this piece, it made me feel happy.

[Amor-de-angel]

What a bright little poem. I actually felt sorry for that crayon.