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and greens that carry with them such fond
memories, such daring dreams, remembered
hopes that sag now from behind, or just bag
even as the modern fabrics stretch. Most
breathed their last before I bought them, now they
lean timidly from their many hangers
waiting till I reach for them closeted
in their rows. From the neighboring thrift store
these two tans came, and these three greens stopped by
just for a too short visit. These four jeans
would still be mine if they bent with the times.
Someone else will cruise or travel far in
tired white or blue. I crisply dream anew.
I am in awe of your wordsmithing.
ReplyDeleteVery well done. I have many pairs of jeans which are still mine but are no longer bending with my.. the times. ;)
ReplyDeleteI rid myself of all my clothes to small for me. I like to think someone will find some use for them. If I get thin again, someone will be able to use my fat clothes. I love recycling. Also love your use of the word.
ReplyDeleteLove the colorful word picture along with the photo of the closet. I, too, have some beloved aging clothing that I wish I could restore to better and thinner days.
ReplyDeleteOur clothes are just visitors aren't they, well put and thanks.
ReplyDeleteI love your prose about clothes..
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Beautiful imagery!!! I think this is one of your best!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful imagery your words transmit! Love this!
ReplyDeleteAnd congrats on your POTW
Hugs
SueAnn
Fun to read. I must start colour coding.
ReplyDeleteI understand completely!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your POTW!
Lovely poem. And one I completely can embrace. I feel I've stayed the same, so why do my old jeans not fit?
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your POTW!
Mage! I love when you write!
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