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The color yellow revisited

by Kristina Woodhill

and yet
this urge
to win
at all cost
surges through
and like the drugs
this blood lust
quells and dulls
ones sense
that self can
of itself be
victor

what kind
of laurelÂ’s wreath
is this
what kind
of goal
that grabs for
artifice
so keen
so now!
the avarice
to welcome
such a poisoned
prick of
false fame
and stolen
valor

show me
the window
looked through
beckoning
to those who
see and seek
a twisted
sculptorÂ’s hands
in which their form
is turned
and glazed
their clay
gone sour

I would
return to
that time
of good earth
when Clay
would hold
its given
mold uncracking
strong cups
formed truely
drinks raised
and oh, so proudly
toasted
with honor!

09/21/2006

Author's Note: Possibly better understood by first reading The Color Yellow.

Posted on 09/22/2006
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/23/06 at 03:08 PM

Not sure I fully understand this one, but not always necessary. It has excellent poetics, lending to a richly dark impression with happy ending. Commendable change of direction Kris!

Posted by David R Spellman on 09/25/06 at 01:45 AM

I had to re-read "The Color Yellow" (which I loved, by the way) to get a perspective on this "re-visited" piece. I see the turn in your point of view especially regarding the facts of the last "winner" after finding that he had enhanced his performance. Sad that these modern-day "olympians" have to resort to things which make "their clay gone sour." Another great write, though this time more scalding to the sport and its "atheletes." Well done Kristina!

Posted by Ann Krischus on 09/25/06 at 01:12 PM

i love poems like this where every word is packed with power.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/25/06 at 02:24 PM

This comes through to me like classical Shakespeare! Excellent writing!

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 09/26/06 at 12:07 AM

Never read The Color Yellow, but this strikes a strong chord with me about the way of the world today...I so admire your words in the second set, makes me long for talent like yours. I am amazed....

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/26/06 at 05:18 PM

I, too, have not read "the color yellow", yet I feel that this piece can stand on it's own. I particularly liked the last verse. Great write!

Posted by David Hill on 09/26/06 at 11:13 PM

I read this as a poke at our doped and yellow shirted Tour De France winner, Floyd (or was it Goober)?, and the sorry sports culture (though it goes far beyond sports) our world creates. I like sports, but the seriousness we give to it is utter nonsense to me. Great writing and an unusual subject in a poetic form, unless I missed your pointy point, in which case, please disregard my comments!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/27/06 at 11:08 PM

Hi Kristina. I find them related, yet differing. And I like this so very much! Excellent!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/30/06 at 03:17 PM

Congrats on hitting No. 1 Kris. Well deserved result for a great poem!

Posted by Laura Doom on 10/01/06 at 05:55 PM

Ha! Yes, was it stage 17? One of the most compelling spectacles I've witnessed in the sporting realm. I guess the value, in terms of achievement, is measured by the wreath-wearer :>
I was also immersed in the Vinokourov/Valverde confrontation during the Vuelta last month - again, totally absorbing, although it seems there are (inevitably) questions surfacing regarding the authenticity of Vino's performance. A difficult one to call - we are, to some extent, entities constructed of chemicals, and drawing the line between what is 'natural' and 'unnatural' will always be a source of uncertainty.
A question of 'sport' - unanswered, but consumately addressed :>

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