Banana Poem by Neil Crawford

Banana

Rating: 4.5


I find, as I age, I care
less and less for the
colour yellow.

It is a youthful colour,
redolent of tossed hair
and swishing cornfields.

Now, it serves only to remind me
of Van Gogh's inevitable madness
and his absinthe fuelled suicide.

Monday, March 12, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
It is called 'Banana' as I was looking at a banana and wondered if I could write a poem about it - what came out was more about the colour but I decided to keep the title.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 23 June 2014

Nice poem but does the title match, please enlighten me if i misunderstood it

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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