An umbrella stands in a caring colour

Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

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 

  • Author: Yellow rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2021 04:04
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Comments6

  • Lorna

    Oh this is so endearing and well done! Had me wishing I was under that umbrella Yellowrose....

  • Nicholas Browning

    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.

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      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 .

      • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

        Interesting how it reminded you of someone else’s words )

      • spilleronsheet

        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

        • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

          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

        • Neville


          you can beat an egg in the rain I guess, but you can't beat an umbrella

          .. lovely prose YellowRose & truly 🙂

        • Rozina

          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.

        • Goldfinch60

          May that umbrella be always in your life yellowrose and keep you comfortable at all time.

          Andy



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