3. Of a person: that engages in an activity or occupation by night; preferring to be active at night.
"In the Yellow Light"
Friday, November 27, 2009There comes a point in our lives when we suddenly feel undecided. Left and right seems to be the same. We become trapped in a never-ending loop hole of indecisions. As we grow older, we are taught that wisdom comes with age. However, we are not taught that with bountiful of wisdom comes a tower of indecisions. A moment of crisis arise from these anxieties. Heck, it is why people undergo quarter and mid-life crises.
I needed a way to release this tension so I wrote this poem. It’s very different from my previous materials: the tone and style is contemporary unlike my previous poems which were written in Pre-1900s syntax.
In the Yellow Light
find yourself at an intersection
where the light dims and doesn’t stop to
flicker. Four directions but nowhere to turn,
jammed in a never-ending U-turn.
With innocence, find life in red and green:
there is no caution, only stop and go.
That yellow light is a hollowed pigment
trapped in a black box – a nowhere’s middle.
But as childhood leaves a person behind,
age will soon find itself teaching how this
yellow light means to only give caution:
Do not really decide anything for you
Five seconds spent on this yellowed gray lines,
Driven by tomorrow’s anxieties,
Green turns to yellow and yellow to red
towards a final crash which cannot be undone.
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Posted by hukombitay at January 27, 2010, 12:12 am
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Posted by J.Kulisap at December 19, 2009, 6:07 pm