When it rains it pours! This is Forese Classic silver spout blue cylinder poetry of the 1941 Morton Salt Umbrella Girl. Those Morton Salt girls grow up into big girls who sometimes do rain on your parade...Torn Umbrella can be recycled into a parasol parachute soaring with eagles looking down upon the circus den of lions who can just all go feed on each other! Let the jackals bite the hyenas on the ass in Serengeti...pull the ripcord, Jude...FLY!
Sage
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2007
Jude, this piece took me apart like a three dollar suit in a hurricane. I'm wondering if the umbrella can be retrieved and repaired. Yes, the torn umbrella, having already suffered a tear, collapses and flutters against broken ribs while the relentless wind howls.
~Butch Howard
You sound as though you world has been turned inside out as depicted by your umbrella in this piece. My heart goes out to you to find pease and resolution and will keep you in my prayers.....
Jude, using the umbrella as a metaphor worked great in this piece... shedding the umbrella in hopes of clearing the soul and the mind of hurt and pain ended with you in a den of circus lions befuddled and lost. I enjoyed this!
Yep, the umbrella image sure is a strong hook for this write. And I like the concealed link with circus's... clowns are often portrayed with umbrellas, aren't they, used to balance when walking a tightrope. And I guess this is how this write perhaps feels... like walking a fine line between what has seemingly occurred - shocking, by all accounts, given that you intimate that the relationship you speak of is one of supposed trust. Being blown off-course; receiving a bit of a body blow.. it's all a lively gust of a write, containing all of the suggested elements. I have two good-humoured, philosophical smiles with it, though: 1. that, as far as I'm concerned, you frequently alude to "keeping up your psychic umbrella" in order to ward off bad vibes... hence, I'm surprised you accepted this faulty one in the first place! (another indication of the relationship of trust)... and 2. the image of having your entrails spattered around on other people's verbiage! Now THAT is some metaphor and again, an intimation of how you perceive yourself to have been at the mercy of foul play...
Yes, I know... this is only a poem, but it carries with it a sobering message of how, whenever we put ourselves "out there", we become both vulnerable and powerful. On the one hand, naked with just a pen and paper to cover us makes us ill-protected; on the other, pen and paper can also become weaponry that may be used with either good or ill intent. You masterfully show us the effects of both in this parabolic write.
... And, of course, Bob... the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind... Careful with that axe, Eugene... Is that Frank Zappa?? OK, I'm going.... :)) K xx
That umbrella must have been a foreign make...they come apart easily...;) ed
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
Wow, very unique pen here. It is in the wondering that fears lie. I would rather someone come right out and say if they have doubts then to pretend to still want to be my shelter. I really love the way you worded this. Good keeper for further thoughts. Lady J
The thing is: It's almost impossible to "repair" a torn umbrella. Great poem, Jud. Like the pea soup in "The Exorcist" I hope it helps cleanse your system of the demons.
The reversal of intent is strongly stated in "Torn Umbrella". The "letter" writer writes, revises, and leaves words that say one thing when she meant another. Nice poem with interesting metaphors.
Ah Jude, it is within you to make it better and you shall as pain discarded is pain no more. I join in this revelation. PLB&G for caring and sharing. As always I bow to your pen. <Mikii>
There is nothing like a good punch to the gut to make us realize that no matter our intentions, their's are far from noble. There are those with whom we must simply "cut the cord" with no hope of maintaining any kind of relationship once one part of it fails. Perhaps time and distance will heal and something can be salvaged, but it will take compromise and patience on both sides as well as finding another common ground upon which to build. Strong and cutting, Jude, this is the kind of poem that we all can relate to and hope that we will never again have to write.
Take care,
Sherry
Ouch, better let the wind have that umbrella Jude. Sounds like a person and their tactics to avoid Jaded is the word and Jaded is what you can't stay for long. Great poem, emotive.
Mixed thoughts and emotions and funny how that broken umbrella grips the readers minds...perhaps because we have all had the frustration of losing an umbrella like that and usually out of anger or frustration tossing it aside as soon as we can...perhaps broken hearts are like that too.
If I may be so bold here Jude, I get the feeling you wouldn't mind sitting afresh in a new attitude, perhaps in a mountain retreat or by a secluded sandy beach...Turning off the mobile phone :)
I think we can all relate to this one! I agree with Sara, surround yourself with a positive source of energy from positive relationships! Loved the metaphor...well written my friend, a thought provoking write!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
I see in my mind what apparently was a torn-up umbrella as a skirt of a beautiful girl pulled up by a gust of wind on our dreams, to awake and realize that the it was in reality a 100 years old wrinkled old woman.
The rest? is dying over paper dust.
Georg
a vivid picture of heavy wind blowing away the unbrella along, hopefully with the pain that was sent with it
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 22, 2007
Great poetry makes you wonder about things, even if it's just a umbrella. Ay the end of meditation I would throw away both the umbrella and its sender :) Victor
Uh...all I can say is, you need to get away from this person. Surround yourself with healthy relationships. Psychic vampires will suck all your energy, time and strength. Look out for yourself first, then worry about others. Now if only I could practice what I preach.
don't wonder too long, Jude. and, for heaven's sake and sanity's too, get a new umbrella. loved the metaphor. be well. Dawn
Reviewed by Lewis Findley (Reader)
Reviewed on July 22, 2007
Hey Jude, This is VERY profound and one I can MOST readily identify with, for sure, AND Thank you fo rthe Review on Caligulas Karma, Have a good week ahead, "DBB"
Reviewed by Jim Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 22, 2007
Boy, can I relate.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 22, 2007
Someone sent you a cheap umbrella?
It's all in how you hold the thing.
thanks for sharing....
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Ron
very thought provoking
Peace
William
Sage
~Butch Howard
about the "torn umbrella"
Be safe,
Karen
The circus reminded me of the acrobats he
uses the umbrella to keep their balance
and this write sounds to me like life is the
same we walk in a tightrope
Even in a relationship you need to balance
Well this poem brings many thoughts to my mined
Outstanding imagery and flow I could see the torn umbrella
Through my mind!
Your writes are always living this reader in deep thought!
Love peace and joy Hugssss to you always...Morning star
I could FEEL this poem to mine bones...damn you are a good poet my dear!!
Love Tinka
Jumping through hoops of inescapable fire
Then sacrificed by the whims of jackals "
If they made you feel that way, you shouldn't wonder at the intent, just stay clear...A deftly worded rebuke!
I guess KB'S second para say's it all.....
Yes, I know... this is only a poem, but it carries with it a sobering message of how, whenever we put ourselves "out there", we become both vulnerable and powerful. On the one hand, naked with just a pen and paper to cover us makes us ill-protected; on the other, pen and paper can also become weaponry that may be used with either good or ill intent. You masterfully show us the effects of both in this parabolic write.
... And, of course, Bob... the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind... Careful with that axe, Eugene... Is that Frank Zappa?? OK, I'm going.... :)) K xx
Thanks,
Dan
Still and all, Jude, a poignant pen--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
George
Take care,
Sherry
Fee
But, I may be Off Tack
:) Ch'erie
Blessings,
Joyce B.
The rest? is dying over paper dust.
Georg
~ Sara
It's all in how you hold the thing.
thanks for sharing....