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my umbrella

by Maria Francesca

it sounds childish,
I know:
"my umbrella"

but there it is
like poetry to me -
my telescoping
handy-dandy
umbrella
hanging on its trusty hook
by the door
waiting for rain -
a long wait
in sunny California.
but there it is

waiting for the gloom.
waiting for its chance
to light up the world
with its rainbow brilliance.

waiting to display its cheer
and utility
on some hoped-for day
on which both
are in short supply.

waiting to be needed.

yep...

me
and my umbrella
on a hook by the door

waiting.

06/02/2008

Posted on 06/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Don Matley on 06/02/08 at 08:02 PM

The tone works very well and does justice to an item we tend to think is all wet.....very quaint and very subtle...I hope your friend gets quenched and drenched very soon. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by George Hoerner on 06/02/08 at 08:05 PM

This is very nice. And yes, everything wants to be of use in some way. This poem plays its role. Well done.

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