U - Umbrellas and Undercover

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UMBRELLAS  
a nonet

The umbrellas unfurl at first drop
sidewalks too crowded for them all 
Jostling neighbor to neighbor
On slipp’ry street corners
Vie for their own space
Tangled pinwheels
Jangled nerves
Harsh words
Rain


UNDERCOVER 
 a mirror or palindrome poem

Undercover
Hidden things
Molder and stink
Rotten apples
Maggoty carcasses
Forgotten letters
Lost love
Things of death
Buried
Death of things
Love lost
Letters forgotten
Carcasses maggoty
Apples rotten
Stink and molder
Things hidden
Undercover

 ©2019 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Comments

  1. Cathy KennedyApril 24, 2019 at 5:37 AM

    Lisa,

    If it's raining so hard you need an umbrella then maybe you should go out at all. :) I don't like rainy days - the messy wetness and cloudy gray days can be a real downer. Undercover is very interesting. I like how the simple poem mirrored itself in the latter paragraph.

    A2Z Little Mermaid art sketch 'Ursula'

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    1. LisaApril 24, 2019 at 8:30 AM

      My problem with rainy days is muddy dog feet and smelly wet dogs! Try a mirror poem of your own! They are fun, yet quite hard. I've read some that are more sentence, and I just couldn't get that right!

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  2. A Tarkabarka HölgyApril 24, 2019 at 6:39 AM

    Love the umbrella poem :) Clever. And people do get irritated when it rains.

    The Multicolored Diary

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    1. LisaApril 24, 2019 at 8:31 AM

      Yes, rain can bring out the worse in people, especially in crowded situation. Although, heat makes us cranky too! Maybe that's just me!
      Thank you.

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  3. Deborah WeberApril 25, 2019 at 11:47 AM

    Wow Lisa - I don't think I've seen a mirror/palindrome poem before - how cool! And I love your umbrella verse - both for the words and the fact that it looks like the wind turned the umbrella inside out. :-)

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    1. LisaApril 25, 2019 at 11:54 AM

      Thank you. My mirror poem is simple, I've seen some with sentences. I tried, but couldn't manage that! Maybe with a lot of time.

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