Umbrella

Spring collection

 

Is an umbrella keeping in

                Or keeping out?

 

Forbid my hair turn into

Frizz curlettes

or designed

For mop water

Fresh coat of make-up

path to destruction

Down my face

Perhaps few drops in my

Shade of blue eyes

Down the nape

Of my neck in

An icy cold rush.

 

Or perhaps

I shall enjoy

Freshness on my tongue

scintillating puddles

On my arms in

Soft silk sateen

Tickling my cheeks

drenching my clothes

Through to my soul

Swelling laughter

In childish delight.

Author's Note

Well, is an umbrella keeping in or keeping out? =)

Reviews

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All the time, every time I go to read your work I am wonderfully delighted. As creative people, we, in general, have to take time to notice our surroundings and find the beauty and the ugly in every situation.
Puddle splashing, laying in the grass to watch clouds pass, getting up early to be in awe of a sunrise, searching for rainbows after it rains are what we do. I love this poem and the glimpse that it gives into a creative souls life. Good work again. :)

[Antony]

Mary you painted an excellent picture of what the rain may do to us, whether you choose to keep it out , or enjoy it for what it is and does to us, I myself like the second stanza, so refreshing.
Antony