Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - High contrast (17 poems)

Chapter 2 - Our future society (12 poems)

Chapter 3 - Offsetted time (18 poems)

Chapter 4 - Our sunny streets (13 poems)

Chapter 5 - Only today (16 poems)

Chapter 6 - Forgotten trends (11 poems)

Chapter 7 - Postcards for Jaya (13 poems)

Life in Yellow

by Adrian Tanase

ISBN: 978-3-98647-703-5

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Life in
Yellow
by Adrian Tanase


Foreword

Life in Yellow is a collection of free-verse poetry that tries to capture the life of a writer, who lives in a world where trends, colors, fashion, and technology are changing very fast, and where the meaning of life changes from one year to the next. He lives on Earth in an alternate future and is a well-known author of fiction prose and free-verse poetry, that lives in the United States of All Colors. Contacted by a literary agent that lived more than a hundred light-years from him, he agrees on writing a poem book that describes the society in which he lives, for a substantial compensation.

Our main character describes his experiences with his shifted perceptions on what sometimes seems an almost surreal world, where people live out-of-time feelings, foresee the future in short glimpses, blend reality with the digital world, and most of all, enjoy a world that praises fashion, art, and colors.

Enjoy another original concept poetry book from the Timeless Adventures series.

high contrast
1.
wearing my glasses
with their slim neon shiny frames
and a fashionable outfit
bought from a store
where only unique items
were on sale today,
I'm waiting for my glass of whiskey
on a seat,
somewhere back in the almost empty club
where the coldness of the concrete
mixes with the smell of old wine cellar.
occasionally
the girl dressed in her shiny fuchsia
plastic-like dress
that serves cocktails with green olives
passes by
just to remind me
of her Restless Soul Vanchy perfume
that she always wears
only in the weekends.
For an enhanced experience, read my book while listening to "Aandra - Ancient Clouds".

The author has also published:

Poetry
- 329 Haiku Poems For Your Spiritual Practice
- 200 Haiku Love Poems
- A Cinnamon Afternoon (free-verse poetry)

Spirituality
- 70 Daily Reflections For Your Spiritual Awakening
- Mindfulness in Your Everyday Life

Sci-fi titles:
- The Complex (book 1 of the series "The Complex")
- The Hidden City (book 1 of the series "The Forgotten Relics")


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2.
today,
rectangle projections
and threads of golden light
alternate with long bars
of darkness,
immersing me
in a semi-opaque environment
where coldness abounds,
while outside, the golden rays of the sun
shine through a semi-transparent
irregular rain
where umbrellas of translucent plastic
and shiny plastic clothes
create kaleidoscopic reflections
upon all the buildings in our city.
3.
inside my violet car,
that has
red velvet velour padded seats,
I am listening, at night,
to 8-bit recorded songs
from a well-known radio show
that broadcasts starting
10 pm, every Friday.
I am smoking a herbal cigarette,
dreaming away of another world, at night,
in which perfumes and flashlights
illuminate the interior of my vehicle
padded with dark sparkling
nanomaterial fibers.
I am just waiting for the rain
or for the moon to show up
that is now probably resting
behind a few gloomy clouds
lagging behind what would be
a surreal night
where everything is perfect
in its irrational arrangement.
4.
my cyan trousers
made of shiny synthetic leather,
stretch around my feet
reflecting around me
like a halo
the color in which I always
like to dress
when it’s Thursday,
and when I leave my worries
show up maybe
at a later date.
only the bartender rests quietly
awaiting for a new customer
that would give him something new
to do
in this beautiful and sunny afternoon.
5.
cars passing by
leave their trail imprint
of violet, cyan,
and yellow colors,
on my long exposure picture
looking like
vivid neon glowing tubes
on an old holoimage of the past.
I know that every dot of light
is made out
of tiny little sparks
of everything
that once passed in a rush fashion
on the street
that never seems to ever
change
its appearance.
6.
a pixelated poster
of a rock artist
is displayed in the bus station,
near long stripes of light,
a cheap memory
for the people
that wait for the bus, quietly,
in what it appears to be
a quiet Friday night.
the 8-bit sounds that it generates
from time to time
along with the commercials