Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
Coldplay, Yellow (2000)
Alone by the sea I stand, I stare and I look
at what was lost, what it took by the waves at
my feet, the sand in my socks, what’s lost to the
past when we were those two gazing at stars
when, by the beach, I gaze and I look
for you in the past in the glare of clouds. how
echoes of laughter cooked into snicker, and they
the resentful of mirth, sated the light dimming the shine
we once had, wedging apart, heckling the love we had for
each other, no longer us, it’s just me and somewhere it’s you
drifting away on a turbulent sea, that ship and
the connection.distant divorced with everything
lost but remembrance of sun by the sea; you
walking in silence beside with nothing to do
never again, by water somewhere, yeah
nothing and nowhere, the void that they
left is eternal. the ship we recall were
everything lost is adrift, nonbeing and all
now what remains a coward, all yellow.
Today it is OLN hosted by Mish at dVerse and I was sitting here listening to music, all the sudden Coldplay’s Yellow came on and I decided to do a golden shovel from the first stanza from the song. Strangely enough it is supposed to be happy song but i find it quite sad.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh wow, the effect of the enjambment is such a pouring of sadness and longing. I love the phrase “how
echoes of laughter cooked into snicker” . I love this.
Thank you… enjambment was needed for a Golden Shovel.
That’s a great idea, to make a golden shovel from a song, Björn. I see what you mean about it being sad, but in your poem the ‘sand in my socks’ made me smile. These lines are especially sad, I think:
‘everything lost is adrift, nonbeing and all
now what remains a coward, all yellow.’
I’m sure Yellow is a sad song!
A beautiful, melancholy golden shovel, Bjorn, filled with yearning.
Love is a tough game for everybody, and heroics aren’t just a matter of steel. Fate does most of us in.
I see how the color yellow and even a golden shovel can be heartbreaking…
The end of a relationship is so hard. Your poem is a great description of how everything falls apart.
Beautifully melancholic. A spell.
Loss leaves lasting memories just a the good things in life do. I love your longing for what was once a life shared together now lost forever!
Love, like the sea, is unpredictable and also like the sea it can enchant us and swallow us. Love is painful and not for the faint-hearted. 💔
This exemplary Golden Shovel shows how the form can take you into experiences not your own (I hope) – very well done, Björn…
Clever use of the Coldplay song to produce a different atmosphere, and sense of mystery>
JIM
“and somewhere it’s you”. yes. i feel this one, too ~
“how echoes of laughter cooked into snicker” is such a great line. The melancholy of a love lost over time, beautifully written.
So bittersweet, so filled with melancholy longing for what is lost. I especially loved
“by the waves at
my feet, the sand in my socks, what’s lost to the
past when we were those two gazing at stars”
That Coldplay song strikes me as sad as well.