Dear Diary,
I feel so used. one day I
am so prized and I can say
hello,
hello,
to friends and
sorry,
to strangers
and dance in my watery home
although not an ocean.
and it depends all on this godforsaken
desert.
why didn't you just leave me
on a shelf?
when you look at me so little and I sit
folded in a corner
just use a hood and put me out
of my misery, send me to
washington where I will have
so much happiness and
stretch my spine.
Author notes
Thinking about my poor umbrella haha
Comments
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Personification of an umbrella...reflecting the speakers inner thoughts? Good use of poetic devices here, and I like the irony. nice pen
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haha, this was great, awesome job on this
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poor foresaken friend - ah those wet weather friends - best to go to Washington and find some fair weathe friends! (hehe)
well written and amusing twist.....
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What a sad umbrella! Great discription!
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