Saturday, May 20, 2017

dresses (i)




It is not always like this
Cumulus clouds
Against faded grey thread

Some days are printed
Cornflower dresses, wrapped and waisted
Drifting among
Bluebell apron skies gathering the sun

Some days are pressed
Cotton darted, and puckered -
Pearl daisy dresses
Forget me not dresses - laced

Sleeveless, cut low with longing
Courting the sweet grasses stretched
Knee high in want of a kiss
As stocking free skin dances and
Flirts with the day


bkmackenzie
copyrighted (2017


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38 comments:

  1. about time. my favorite green and sleeveless

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  2. The magic of a woman, the day, feeling and fashion cone alive.

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    1. Thank you Martin. Missed being here ...bkm

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  3. I love the old photo. She is so alive and vibrant. Those were days of romance and glamour. It has been decades since I wore a dress.

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  4. This is incredible. It's my favorite poem of the day.

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  5. ooh, that last stanza....so full of vitality and passion :-)

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  6. Even if I don't wear a dress I know those days... and long for them

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  7. Luv the choices you offer to dress 👗 for a day just to be courted by nature, the best love of all

    Happy Sunday

    Much love...

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    1. Thank you Gillena...bkm. Happy Monday

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  8. You skillfully made the summer wardrobe eloquent! I love it.

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  9. My goodness this is good!!❤️

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  10. This is wonderful writing - exquisite and eloquent. It floats from the page like a fluffy cloud on a summer's day. Dang! It even smells like freshly ironed cotton. A lovely, lovely piece.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words Wendy...bkm

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  11. Ah, this makes me smell summer in the air! Love the atmosphere here.

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  12. love the description of days as dresses...

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  13. Love your description of days of summer dressed up and eager,

    Elizabeth

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  14. A woman is so much like a flower, better in fact because she blooms in so many different ways. It is not only the sun she flirts with.

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  15. What a stunning poem -Bluebell apron skies gathering the sun - was my favourite line and I agree the photo is superb too

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    1. Thank you Jae appreciate your kindness...bkm

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  16. What an absolutely gorgeous conceit!

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