Broken Umbrella

Blustery murkiness of the bleak day~

Has an eerie luminosity to the base of the sky~

As the storm squalling on~

Bends each branch as a test to sometime break with a snap.

I walk alone amongst the windy trees~

On a pebbled path underfoot~

With a constant light spray of rain mist on my face~

My hair protected by a hood.

With hands curled in my pink hoody’s pouch~

I mosey enjoying the freshness of what the gales blow in~

As a little toad hops out of harms way while my feet saunter on down the nuggets of stone to the road where I wish to go.

The side road with houses snuggled close~

Some with chimneys smoking~

Gives a security of hominess~

To my wandering bones raw~

From dampness found every where in the rainstorm air.

Two by two I venture past diverse homesteads~

As my eyes are drawn to a forlorned sight~

A shame an abandoned black broken umbrella being ripped at by the wind~

Spokes clearly busted as it sits half on a driveway while lopsided partly on a dingy soaked yard.

I observe this deserted umbrella with pity in my heart~

Such a wasteful shame for no hope could it have to be useful anymore at any point~

As it once was new and vital a handsome display.

This now irregular carousel almost inching its way to the paved road by strong tearing gales~

Looks to be rescued by me or you?

Alas I turn to not look anymore~

At the cast off of life~

Unbalanced, lost in strife~

For what could I more do? ~

But walk back to my humble abode~

Questioning my lack of action~

For the forsaken sand dirtied lost soul? ~

Wondering if anyone else will stop to rescue this deserted article? ~

As I had clearly made up my mind~

That it was not mine to salvage nor save~

Yet it continues to haunt me~

Till this day.

By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv

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