Open Poetry #34 |
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Paradise Clothes |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa ![]() |
Paradise clothes, cool not blue, comfortable like your embrace older, much older than then, a match for my mood, a light in the dark, and a forever spark in my heart. They’ve been in the rain, absorbed the pain, felt the feeling of sad, touched the skin over my bones, and enabled my memory. They’ve tumbled and turned, done cartwheels and burnt in the turmoil of heat, borne the creases, suffered the steam and a season locked up in the dark. Paradise clothes a treasure to me no matter, it seems, if seams come undone and I might be tempted to support charity but that’s like discarding a dream. They’re unhappy being owned by a fool, a fool like me unsure what to do, for first they’re locked up and then let out just like my memories of you. Loved in the summer, hated in winter, ignored the rest of the time, but they like a woman who knows believe they’ll live for a day when divested of ribbons and bows they’ll clean like a breeze the fog in a brain, and shine up love’s honesty. Clothes of the past, paradise clothes, so much a part of the present until I grow old, cold inside, and suffer another season of growth! (sigh) ![]() |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen I enjoyed the bit of humor and nostalgia in this. I think I have a dress just like it. ![]() |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Martie. Yes, I think every woman has one like it. |
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