Under the UmbrellaA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)This poem uses lines with several different meanings, at times. Something fun I do with all my poems these days. This one just has a little more than usual.Stay calm under the bombshell of an umbrella (nebula) Let the glitter splatter splashing jasmine asterisks onto a hollow sky Let the shattered glass slide through the fingers of the night As malleable little mirrors or snow globes Let the little pieces of heaven reign down upon its dreamers Servants of the moon take a spoon and scoop the eyes from these strange faces Cradle the form of every droplet faucet fossilizing the horizon Maybe the puzzle is more beautiful shattered Maybe I am more beautiful sad, more poet, sad Than I ever would be living a utopia As if I was born to crumble, like a mountain Like the foundation of a skyscraper A fountain of insurmountable dreams Just so there was something to build from the wreckage of perfection I’m fond of déjà vu I keep living the same day, the same life Watching the same views casting shadows I may be living on a suburban battleground There will be more houses tomorrow There will be more condos, more apartments There will be more aimless lives that miss their shot and never bullseye People will live and die by bullet-pointlessly like their running in circles Trying to sculpt some ideal out of a shapeless world People will fail to grasp a firm understanding, will never get a grip Always empty-handed, life slipping through their fingers I do not believe in paradise, there is nothing more beautiful than a broken world Cold people will try to do a hot take, or spitfire Others will shoulder melting hearts made glaciers that won’t be here in 50 years It makes no difference to me Nobody will be hearing them as anything but an echo eventually The sounds of one’s voice grow more distant over time Get left behind in the sands of another hour-glass half empty I’ve always been full of myself, I am all I am And I don’t intend to pool together under summer days Can’t get down-pouring out my spirits to raise the devil-like a cold glass, Exorcising forked tongues for every knife in my back Turning the tableware my saving grace is an empty seat in my inelegant room Sitting this one out on my own this time And I could rhyme and reason with insanity as if such a conversation would speak to you Like you haven’t heard it all before from another Like you haven’t lost your mind with what you've found Or given a piece of it to someone like a present-day And maybe putting a good word in for me is a run-on life sentence Down to the letter, every period in time Interconnected with the same old story, taking cover to cover up the past like an old memory Reading faces like that of a watch, the time of my life is in the (second)-hands’ of the clock And this heartbeat which flatlines suicide notes in every bar is what makes me tick Hit the high notes when they snort silver-linings but lack a heart of gold Or anything precious A few rocks will leave you stoned by those who find a diamond in the rough When you’re in the ring, band together your fingers into one money shot
Even when you’re lifestream is a riverbed you can still flow like an ocean Lost at sea like a beached whale Head underwater, with every wave of the flag tiding itself over onto tomorrow You can’t bail out of existence, capsizing is just another way to drown in sorrow At the drop of a hat, with all the drip of a rapper Or through the lens of a whitewashed wallflower Bleed brilliantly So that the colour cascades and scatterbrains itself like you’ve lost your mind How else will you stay sane in life’s downpour? © 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |