Scarlet Umbrella Tumbles © Surazeus 2023 03 05 Only the river is there to applaud intense performance of the anguished man who plays piano on the riverwalk at gold midnight under the weeping bridge when he laments death of woman he loves whose ghost haunts him with absence of her being. Scarlet umbrella tumbles in shocked wind with desperate agony to find her hand limp in lifeless sorrow on asphalt road smeared with melting rainbow of fraught blood that screams loud as tattered butterfly wings scattered with rose petals on pools of tears. Not even the maple by the blind pond could console torn heart of the anguished man who slouches naked on the grand piano with frazzled angel wings limp on sand dunes that whistle timeless horror of desire far outside vast maze of human hope. With clarity of silence between notes of heart-rending melodies no one hears the woman in scarlet dress and high heels strides toward the secret cavern of lost faith, ambitious to reclaim her private dreams lost after years of submissive obedience. Expressing contempt for free agency, the man in dark blue suit with silver tie shouts as he drives expensive car in rain, "Because you are my lawful wedded wife your body and mind are mine to possess so you must respect my authority." Blood of her heart gleams scarlet as the rose on chrome bumper of his expensive car when he races away in purple rain on roaring engine of greedy contempt after erasing her soul from the world because he kills those he cannot control. Only the river is there to lament heart-breaking loss of the elegant woman whose charming smile of selfless charity beams from her loving heart with subtle warmth to eradicate pain of suffering for each soul blessed by her attentive care. Awake in vast indifferent universe, the wingless angel on bleak river shore plays swift electrifying melody on old piano, drenched in evening rain, as scarlet umbrella tumbles on road to hide tear-gleaming eyes of the moon toad.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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