Talking Umbrellas

Splashes of bright colours,

pastels or darker hues,

Umbrellas talk and sing

and whisper secrets too,

causing me to wonder

as I sit and muse.

Some Umbrellas gossip,

some focus on their news

of moving changes, choices,

speaking volumes turned loud

beneath their angry clouds.

Others move in silence,

free of current trending,

seeking answers within.

They move while still within.

So many Umbrellas,

I hear them laugh or cry

drifting and bobbing by

like little boats at sea

with people floating by-

the world turned upside down

as rain pours from the sky.

(So many Umbrellas

look the same, look the same.

I can’t help wonder why.

I dream a world of

wondrous Umbrellas

different and unique,

some familiar, some not,

some with technology

to light up in the dark

so we can clearly see,

to call for help in need

so others too may heed.

Beautiful Umbrellas,

perhaps some might compute

the facts we need ‘en route’

changing coloured patterns

of art enriching views.

Umbrellas talk and sing

and whisper secrets too,

causing me to wonder

as I sit and muse.)

 

(Shelley Wilson- November 6, 2015)

 

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

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