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Under the Umbrella

Under the Umbrella

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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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.

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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

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

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This poem is extraordinary to read. Every line as you said had beauty and more than a meaning and I was just reading and reading again. Like,
"Let the shattered glass slide through the fingers of the night."

Existence and its chaos and meaninglessness seems to get to the poet who finds beauty in a melancholic state. And this line illustrates that beautifully again: "And this heartbeat which flatlines suicide notes in every bar is what makes me tick".

Yet the poet knows and understands the need to go on: "You can’t bail out of existence, capsizing is just another way to drown in sorrow"

You conclude with great aplomb too. Bleed brilliantly, you say, or How else will you stay sane in life’s downpour? To me this sums up an unique outlook in life and the question of existence.

I must ask you how you think up all this. There's an ocean of brilliance here. Do share your favorite poems with me to read. I hope you are preserving all of them. Priceless pieces. Thank you.


Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Years Ago

I think the best way to put it is this; I love poetry. I've written hundreds of poems over the years.. read more
Anastasia

4 Years Ago

I agree that with plain ought for poetry and with only that notion in mind can poetry be so original.. read more
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Years Ago

Anytime. Reading is so much of what goes into writing, I know it will help you improve just as it he.. read more



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This poem is extraordinary to read. Every line as you said had beauty and more than a meaning and I was just reading and reading again. Like,
"Let the shattered glass slide through the fingers of the night."

Existence and its chaos and meaninglessness seems to get to the poet who finds beauty in a melancholic state. And this line illustrates that beautifully again: "And this heartbeat which flatlines suicide notes in every bar is what makes me tick".

Yet the poet knows and understands the need to go on: "You can’t bail out of existence, capsizing is just another way to drown in sorrow"

You conclude with great aplomb too. Bleed brilliantly, you say, or How else will you stay sane in life’s downpour? To me this sums up an unique outlook in life and the question of existence.

I must ask you how you think up all this. There's an ocean of brilliance here. Do share your favorite poems with me to read. I hope you are preserving all of them. Priceless pieces. Thank you.


Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Years Ago

I think the best way to put it is this; I love poetry. I've written hundreds of poems over the years.. read more
Anastasia

4 Years Ago

I agree that with plain ought for poetry and with only that notion in mind can poetry be so original.. read more
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

4 Years Ago

Anytime. Reading is so much of what goes into writing, I know it will help you improve just as it he.. read more

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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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