umbrella heavens

the year has taken 
much, and left 
us hollow. 

we count sorrows
on both hands and watch
the cold doors close. i suppose  

of all these wayward things, 
i miss my 
-self the most. 

i search the sky for rain 
and other groovy ghosts.

It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse and I’m hosting. Come play!

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27 Responses to umbrella heavens

  1. rothpoetry says:

    It really is lose ourselves as we are cooped up, quarantined, and masked ! This year has been difficult with losses for many! Great poem De.

  2. Ron. says:

    Outstanding work, De, And thanks for hosting the cool prompt.

  3. Gillena Cox says:

    Ah it has taken a lot from us indeed.
    Have a good week. Stay Safe
    Happy you dropped by to read mine


  4. Lucy says:

    I feel you, De. I’ve lost different parts of myself… Hard to get back, but y’know at least there’s poetry for comfort. : ‘ ) Beautifully, evocatively penned. Really enjoyed writing to your prompt tonight.

  5. msjadeli says:

    The hollow and the lost self resonate. I like the playful ending you gave your poem.

  6. ❤️ Love these words!
    Been thinking of you with the fires.
    Thanks for the (always) entertaining prompt.😊 I listened to every song with a big smile.

  7. Your poetry gets better and better. There’s such a lot in this, and I like the phrasing—close and suppose. Very well crafted.

  8. I miss myself too. Wonderful internal rhymes.

  9. lifelessons says:

    Lovely, sad. Intriguing thought that we lose parts of our selves by being alone too much. Have to think about this…

  10. merrildsmith says:

    Oh my! Yes to all of this. Sadly poignant, but beautifully written.
    This past year+ has been like no other.

  11. Wild Child47 says:

    the expression of the paradox of life we live – sometimes we crave aloneness and solitude and silence – and when it’s forced upon us, for our safety and well-being, for such a prolonged time, we can indeed lose parts of ourselves …. your poem expresses this with such tender heartache, it’s a small capsule, but not a bitter pill, for I feel like this piece speaks of hope for recovery ….

    and thanks for hosting a cool groovy prompt 🙂

  12. SelmaMartin says:

    Thanks for the introspective poem. We are in the same boat, all of us. We can relate, I think. Thanks for giving our thoughts a voice. And yes, thanks for the prompt. You rock. Thanks.

  13. Truedessa says:

    This speaks volumes, I think we have all lost a piece of ourselves over the last year. When will they reappear or are the pieces forever lost in this puzzle of life?

  14. psyche says:

    That’s a gift—to turn sadness into smiles with words. No one could keep from smiling at “groovy ghosts.” 🙂

    The title is awesome—it reminds me of those very cool, wildly colored paintings of wet trees and people with umbrellas post-/in rain.

  15. Grace says:

    Beautifully words De.I will join you in looking for those groovy ghosts.

  16. Helen Dehner says:

    De, this is one of the most sobering pieces I’ve read describing 2021 / 2020 … it will stick with me for a bit.

  17. whimsygizmo says:

    Thank you all so much for your kind comments. Hosting the Quadrille is my pleasures, and this poem needed writing. 🙂

  18. robtkistner says:

    Well written De, and I feel you! In February 2020 I was full of energy. Losing weight, pedaling the stationary recumbent bikes at my PT center, feeling great, selling my art at regional juried shows — I was on a wonderful upward swing. Then I lost my 73rd year, and now over half my 74th — so far. I am tired and feeling empty and angry — and the arthritis in my hands is now winning its battle with me. Will I ever get that momentum back. I need something groovy to happen, Great prompth my friend!

  19. Bill says:

    Well done, De. The rain always does it for me. Nothing makes me more here and now than rain.

  20. First I do love the title… tying it so well to the closing couplet. Aging means losing more than you wins until you find what you miss.

  21. lillian says:

    This could be an ode to the Covid times!

  22. Bodhirose says:

    I can so relate, De…sad but true. Going into a second year of loss has really dampened my-self too.

  23. Great, thought-provoking poem.

  24. i miss my
    -self the most.

    true, relatable, and clever, De.


  25. “we count sorrows
    on both hands and watch
    the cold doors close.”

    Perfect choice for this past and present nightmare we live in.

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