It's one o'clock in the noon and a hasty couple snuggling
under an orange umbrella walks
on a glossy lane of the misty park deserted by folks...
as soft, transparent and warm
raindrops keep on pelting,
but these happy lovers seem worry-free,
not unafraid of the approaching storm!
We, too, have walked under
a big umbrella hugging tenderly,
sharing thoughts and breathing fragrant air!
Love feelings can be intense under
an umbrella made for two having fun;
no, they don't seem to quiver
laughings in the freezing November rain without sun!
Yes, they enjoy a long walk that will take them home...
while staring down at the puddles that foam;
and if the northern wind blew,
they would lose it to the clouds that are somewhat blue!
Written by Andrew Crisci
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Symbolism: The Umbrella "
4/3/2014
Visual I
on 4/3/2014
Mozaic of Me
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" (John Ruskin, 1853)
Just like mozaic,
There are billions fragments of me
Some of them sharpy, some of them curvy
Sharp like dust-blades through my veins
So painful I laugh in my cryings
Curvy like my adventure scenes
So joyful I cry in my laughings
No wonder they say, never judge people
No one’s life ever simple
Could you know what’s in their heart?
Could you capture their real image inside?
My mozaic is what I am
I got one tiny piece after I passed life’s exam
Billions fragments inside and outside my skin
Already made who I was in the past
And still building who I will be in future scene
Change, is what always last
Prima Adinda Minardi
(23/06/2011)
Contest Name: All The Little Pieces
Sponsored by: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~