The Umbrella


I’m posting what I want to call snapshot poetry. It’s a poem I write after seeing a picture that inspires me. I write the poem to describe a picture the way I feel it. I had fun with this one and wrote three different poems.
 

This is the picture I saw on Pinterest. I did some searching and this is the link for, I think, the original picture:  https://500px.com/photo/223415/its-a-rainy-day-by-vinoth-chandar
Photo taken by Vinoth Chandar

The Umbrella (component description)
Eight suspended nylon wings, 
 Taffeta stretched between wire ribs.
Pointed tips where water drips,  
Metal shaft spiked through domed rain shield,
Curved hook, a solid grip.


The Umbrella (narrative)
Lying there it stayed,
While the water came to play.
The dark clouds foreboding bade,
For the sun, they did betray.
On its side it lay,
In crystal splendor vast arrayed,
 The splashed canopy there splayed.
In shadows forlorn, beauty it did portray.
Drenched, shrouded, sprayed
By the clouds unyielding tirade.


The Umbrella (tribute)
Left alone, abandoned, cast away, forgotten.
Poor umbrella left behind, condemned.
 The puddled pavement its only friend,    
United by a common fate: the rain which will not abate.

Once held tightly when the clouds started drumming,
Then quickly discarded while she was running.
For when liquid drops their descent did quicken,
Reliable refuge appeared ahead, desire kicked in,
And so superior shelter she did seek.
Thus swiftly it was released. 

Now fallen on its side,
The dark clouds have arrived,
The showers bursting forth,
An unending irate tirade.

Though alone in satiety, it does not dread.
It rejoices. For this purpose it was made.

Though cast aside it is not broken.
Though laid behind it still prevails.
In content accomplishment it triumphs.

The lone umbrella.
In silent soggy surroundings,
Success.

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