Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Unfolding for Me

A blue umbrella feeling blue.

Many a storm I sheltered them.

But over time, wear and tear grew

From affects of stormy mayhem.

And in this last storm, sadly I

Did rip and break apart at last,

As wind and rain raged from the sky.

I heard the cursing, then was cast

To the ground as trash thrown away,

Miserable in my useless state.

No doubt this was my bleakest day,

As I lamented my dire fate.

A miracle happens to me.

Blue in the rainbow I now be.