The Umbrella Thief---or is he?
Poetry on misunderstandings
This for Mikeydred’s April challenge.
People often misunderstand good intentions.
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Puddles
His black shoes splash
A smile under his brolly—-
They say that he steals all of them.
He smiles.
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Raining.
Drops falling fast.
Brollies left on benches—-
Not taken, but shielded by
His hands.
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Man finds
Brolly folded
The canopy now dry
Its ribs sturdy, its shaft up straight
Sturdy.
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This poem is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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