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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37 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 20, 2017 at 11:59 AM

    about time. my favorite green and sleeveless

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  2. AnonymousMay 20, 2017 at 5:20 PM

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

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyMay 21, 2017 at 6:40 AM

    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. ✿May 21, 2017 at 6:43 AM

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

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  5. annell4May 21, 2017 at 7:55 AM

    A delightful poem!

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  6. C.C.May 21, 2017 at 8:18 AM

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

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  7. brudbergMay 21, 2017 at 9:12 AM

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

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  8. Gillena CoxMay 21, 2017 at 9:27 AM

    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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  9. indybevMay 21, 2017 at 10:22 AM

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

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  10. Sanaa RizviMay 21, 2017 at 11:07 AM

    My goodness this is good!!❤️

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  11. ZQMay 21, 2017 at 4:28 PM

    Wonderful!
    ZQ

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  12. Wendy BourkeMay 21, 2017 at 4:45 PM

    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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  13. MaryMay 21, 2017 at 4:50 PM

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

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  14. ThotpurgeMay 21, 2017 at 5:20 PM

    love the description of days as dresses...

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  15. AnonymousMay 21, 2017 at 6:07 PM

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

    Elizabeth

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  16. Old EggMay 21, 2017 at 11:37 PM

    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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  17. Jae RoseMay 22, 2017 at 2:54 AM

    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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  18. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 22, 2017 at 6:01 PM

    What an absolutely gorgeous conceit!

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  19. ayalaMay 23, 2017 at 4:33 PM

    A magical poem!

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