standing in front of my plush wall to wall wardrobe
I search for perfect apparel. choosing one, rejecting
yet again. colour is not suitable, pattern is too bad
texture is obsolete. cotton scrapes, scratches smooth
skin, synthetics give me rashes, silk simply slips over.
ochre is passé, mauve is dumb, green is down market
lavender is ugh, white contrasts with my dusky tone.
a colossal pile on bed, waiting, begging to be picked.
no second glance, no second chance, despondently
I find nothing appropriate to go well with my mood.
cursing myself to stupidity, I struggle to be so cool-
words in my head, nothing to wear. Whomsoever
said women have too many clothes- was a big fool.
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Comments: 18
Now I have less clothing but it takes minutes to throw together an outfit. Good thing, too, because I often have to leave the house in short order!
I have so many clothes I cannot always find them. I need to get hooks to hang them better; we have run out of closet space.
I would like to say sorry for taking a while to get to your article. I have been away from gather for a while and I am finally getting to the 3000 plus emails I have awaiting me on here to go through. so I am starting from the most recent received to the first I ever received.... So now I am finally able to read your piece. Thank you for sending me the link to this article.
Now second thing:
Very nice, but I am wicked jealous alone on your first sentence of your poem... I have to say I wish I had a wall to wall closet... I actually need more clothes... Like a make over or something, which I am hoping I can acquire with the possible MACY Gift cards I can earn on here.