Why do I keep you
I say to the dress
that doesn’t fit
that never has
and hold it up
to admire its sheen
then hang it up
in the closet again.
September 22, 2017 by Rosemerry
Why do I keep you
I say to the dress
that doesn’t fit
that never has
and hold it up
to admire its sheen
then hang it up
in the closet again.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dress, holding on, poem, poetry | 3 Comments
Haha…that’s some really ruthless cleaning.
ha! wellllll … it was a metaphor, and the brain is a bit slow sometimes to let things go, despite all our best intentions! Your comment made me laugh so hard I nearly spit out my drink!
Yeah, I got that…maybe a little more than I would like to admit.
Well, I’m glad it made you laugh, and gladder you didn’t spit out
your drink…that usually makes a terrible mess.