An umbrella stands silently in the rain
she’s quiet , protective
like that comfortable cloud calling peace to you
when you are in that place of tedious saddened grey
an umbrella stands silently in the rain
standing in protection of the girl who’s needing a calming comforting place to hide
she’s standing silently with only the brightly coloured design speaking with the girl
calming and strengthening her inner spirit
as the rain falls and the girl needs a hug
she’s found one in the umbrella
she’s already found one in the brightly coloured design
in the tenderness of the strong loving leaf
it’s not pouring mountains of rain yet
so the umbrella is enough
to keep her away from the outside world of running tears
and in the steady sunshine
without any sad sighing sadness pouring helplessly on her skin
an umbrella stands silently in the rain
speaking brightly of a coloured cheerfulness
and the strength like that of tender talkative branches
the girl is grateful , almost cheery eyed
because there’s that something standing lightly strong
ever so gently protecting her from the worlds tears
keeping her in a safe space
in a blanket , cushioned and loved by a comfortable cloud
she is happy to be looked after by something so bright eyed and comfortably cushion like
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Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (
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Oh this is so endearing and well done! Had me wishing I was under that umbrella Yellowrose....
Thankyou Lorna 🙂 appreciate your kind words on my poem . Glad you enjoyed this
Pretty sure it's not my place to say this but reading this reminded me of someone else's poetry. She was someone I used to know. Got lost in the words, found myself somewhere looking for something again. Just thought I'd share what I felt. I enjoyed the read.
Thankyou Nicholas 🙂 I felt kind of sad , empty and lost within as I was writing this , last night … but I wanted to write something about strength . Maybe I was talking about my inner child in this one , sometimes that part of me feels so sad . I guess we need to try and make ourselves feel a little bit better , when we feel sad and maybe it was my attempt at trying to find more of a sense of strength .
Interesting how it reminded you of someone else’s words )
Its so wonderful to read your prose dear Rose
A simpleton object turns as a friend
So kindly you teach there are so many things accompanying us
I love the way, you use your imaginations and words
Such a beautiful personification and the friend that umbrella has been designated
Simply lovely
Sorry for the late reply , spiller ) and Thankyou so much for your kind thoughts on my poem . Really liked writing this one .. yes we all need a sense of comfort and protection and our inner child needs to feel loved even by ourselves
you can beat an egg in the rain I guess, but you can't beat an umbrella
.. lovely prose YellowRose & truly 🙂
Thankyou Neville 🙂 appreciate your comment
So many people (especially women) in my tropical country use the umbrella to protect themselves from the burning sun too. And sometimes it is used as a stick to shoo away fierce strays from getting too close. It can be used to whack a single attacker perhaps!? Thank you for sharing your umbrella.
May that umbrella be always in your life yellowrose and keep you comfortable at all time.
Andy
Thanks Andy 🙂 appreciate your kind words
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