The Umbrella Poem by Nero CaroZiv

One morning in a city of din and broken roar with no pause
A maid walked along into my wandering glance
So pretty, so pure, like a sprouting in spring rose she was
under her feet the cobble stones lulled in a dance

Such a beautiful maid jumped into the street
And in the middle of gushing rain over a rushing creek
I am such a reserved, shy, modest guy
No aim no purpose under dark ominously pouring summer sky

So swiftly, intuitively, gracefully I extended my umbrella
To that lovely flower, bare orphan Cinderella
Her still small voice whispered to me
'Thank You', as she joined with a youthful glee

And by that she washed away all my misery
Ah, was there ever a better way to be
When the rotten street edges tear and drip
Ah, what a face! what cheeks to my shriveled lips

When coal black blanket wraps the sinking day
And the shaken leaves are stamped to muddy clay
What music cannot passion raise and quell
As we walked closely under the umbrella shell

All streets walkers and merchants stood around
And a stretched wondering on their faces fell bound
So lucky were I that rainy low clouds day
The precious umbrella so handy under showers of May

Like the fisherman net on the bank of sandy bay
What a price for such umbrella I would make a pay
And the blessed rain kept gushing as if it just began
Through all the compass of notes it ran

Such a diapason closing full on me
Was there, is there ever a better way to be
And so I walked with comely maid young and tall
She with such elegance and grace of gait that all

The crowd turned their heads as in greeting parade
They stopped for an instance whatever they made
She saw me, I was smiling pleasantly
Quite plainly grateful for her beauteous courtesy

Observing which she lowered long lashes eyes and hushed
And like a budding rose all over blushed.
Then I stood soaked in wet streets long alone
My soul like the earth after the sun has gone

And it grew slowly cool and numb, drawing a darker hue
I mused what could had been but from my dreams no comfort drew
The girl had gone and all the magic scene
Had vanished. Had that divine tracery been

No more than an instance of fantasy, rain on the land
I stood frozen lonely under an umbrella at my hand
Gnawing my inwards like poisonous minerals so eagerly
Gone, gone was the spell, the charm and the mystery

Under that summer flood gorging down ferociously
Into Noah ark I would have prisoned ourselves eternally










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