Nero CaroZiv

The Umbrella - Poem by Nero CaroZiv

One morning in a city of din and roar with no pause
A maid walked along into my wandering glance
So pretty, pure, and sprouting 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 rain rushing creek
I am such a reserved, shy, modest guy
So swiftly, intuitively I extended my umbrella
Under dark ominously pouring summer sky
To that lovely, bare orphan Cinderella

Her still small voice whispered to me
'Thank You', as she joined with youthful glee
And by that she washed away all my misery
Ah was there ever a better way to be

Ah, what a face! what cheeks to my shriveled lips
When coal black blanket wraps the sinking day
When the rotten street edges tear and drip
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 gashing 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 elegant and grace of gait that all
The crowd turned their heads as in greeting parade
They stopped for an instance what ever 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 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 Noach ark I would have prisoned ourselves eternally

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Comments about The Umbrella by Nero CaroZiv

  • (6/4/2011 11:46:00 AM)

    This poem is lovely and you are a gentleman in deed! There is no pre-tension in this poem, just sweet gratitude for the favour your cinderella bestowed upon you.

    Thank you for sharing with us

    with a smile from


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 21, 2012

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