Friday, June 26, 2015

The retractable kind



photo by Jennifer C


Ah, to be the umbrella
her finely manicured fingers stretching my shaft
to bulbous head,
                         she underneath---

                         to stay dry?
Whatever weather throws
down from heaven ---
                             hail even,

unless of course she leaves me
without a thought,

in the back seat,
coat closet, a corner somewhere,
perhaps trusting the weatherman too much/or little
& I unavailable --
                       
she will surely remember me,
exactly where she had me last ---
             being wet
                           & littered with crystal
gems of heaven's rain
                               drops
                                    until her hair hangs
                                    a damp frame
                                    about her reddened cheeks

Oh,
that I could be the umbrella forgotten
in that moment,
                        & she decide to take off her shoes,
                                              not to care,
                                                                any/more,
dancing alone,
wherever the puddles
may take her.


27 comments:

  1. serendipitous janeJune 26, 2015 at 9:34 AM

    Ha! Very clever. Grace/Heaven will get a kick out of this. :)

    This is beautiful:
    "littered with crystal ...
    drops
    until her hair hangs
    a damp frame ...
    & she decide to take off her shoes ...
    dancing alone,
    wherever the puddles
    may take her."

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    1. Oh, and I love the artwork. I'm going to look her up right now.

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  2. smiles... this is playfully erotic and love how the care for her shines through as well and the freedom - love me a dance in the rain through the puddles...smiles

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  3. What a wonderful love story.. love the thought of being a red umbrella..and why not a summer rain.. what a great metaphor for love.

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  4. Ah, what a beautifully sensual write. That umbrella would be a lucky one indeed, and somehow I think it wouldn't be forgotten!

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  5. This is sensual and romantic and replete with playful imagery.

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  6. I love the double meaning in the title. Kindness can certainly be retractable.

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    1. Though hopefully, only with reason.
      ha.

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    2. One can only guess
      at reason
      when one can only guess. And yet,
      what is reason
      really
      but another fiction in disguise?

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    3. OOo I like philosophical questions -

      Hopefully, if kindness is removed it is with a reason that both parties undrestand. I think that communication is essential there. Are some reasons fiction, surely. I think that you test that in conversation.

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    4. Perhaps reason itself is fiction. Therein lies the problem, I would surmise. Overthinking, if there can be such a thing.

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    5. There is surely a poem in that.
      Ha.

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    6. Maybe so, but only one of us is a poet.

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    7. Well, its not me - I don't go by that title anymore.

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  7. Love this write, x, full of innuendos, metaphors. Wistful and overflowing with romantic playfulness! Brilliant!

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  8. aha...so romantic...i also love the photo :)

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  9. An unruly love poem, full of dynamic metaphors that sweep the reader into the heartstorm--I was smiling, initially, but by the end, felt that being an umbrella was the last thing a man might want to be...really a unique and quirky and totally you poem.

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  10. This is a beautiful poem..the rain will come..and I would rather walk through those puddles barefoot and experience the joy of no restraints.

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  11. A fabulous poem...so full of multi-layered meaning...so evocative and sensual.
    Oh to walk barefoot in the puddles...pure bliss...:)

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  12. A fabulous poem...so full of multi-layered meaning...so evocative and sensual.
    Oh to walk barefoot in the puddles...pure bliss...:)

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  13. Wherever the puddles may take her ~~~ yes.

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  14. Ah, to be the pen or keyboard that helped craft this beautiful poem! Thanks, I enjoyed this. :-)

    Greetings from London.

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  15. without a care lost in her own world!

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  16. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYqmDqFh038

    It was one of their first singles. Probably one of the best killer bass hooks I've ever heard in my life! :-) I love Muse

    Greetings from London.

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  17. This is brimming with intimacy starting with the umbrella ~ Surely we will never be dry underneath with one, ha ~ I also like the imagery of the woman dancing with the rain wherever the puddles may take her ~ It reminds me of throwing caution into the air, letting life drench you with all of its passion ~

    Thanks for the reminder ~

    Grace

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  18. Sexual in oh so many lovely words, rain down on me, dance naked in the rain the umbrellas all in the trees, oh man this is very, extremely sensuous, I'm starting to really like your style X photo's awesome

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  19. I hate it when you're unavailable. I miss your poems when you're busy.

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