If your poems wore clothes

Pushkine, just wow. How vividly garbed your poems are. I'm tempted to knit your poems a scarf in case those holes get drafty. Something in orange and blue, maybe?
 
Pushkine, just wow. How vividly garbed your poems are. I'm tempted to knit your poems a scarf in case those holes get drafty. Something in orange and blue, maybe?
I think those are Syracuse colors, so might meet my "underperforming markets" criterion, m'dear. :cool:

Not that I care what Syracuse U. does, sportif-wise.

Your theme was (is) an intelligent challenge/seed. Thanks for that.
 
What ever the wardrobe there'd be blue stockings.
Don't do that. Blue thigh-highs against pearl skin is a major fetish of mine.

Oh. You meant your poems.

I get that. Yeah. I do. I get that.






God, I am so embarrassed.
 
Pushkine, just wow. How vividly garbed your poems are. I'm tempted to knit your poems a scarf in case those holes get drafty. Something in orange and blue, maybe?

U. of Illinois (my BS school) also has Orange and Blue as colors.
Don't know about Syracuse, but its been years since the Illini have fielded a decent team. Thus, they'd also work for Pushkine.
Can't remember last time either I or my poems wore any athletic *or any) logo garb.
 
U. of Illinois (my BS school) also has Orange and Blue as colors.
Don't know about Syracuse, but its been years since the Illini have fielded a decent team. Thus, they'd also work for Pushkine.
Can't remember last time either I or my poems wore any athletic *or any) logo garb.
EO:

My home team/school (which I only attended as graduate student, but grew up with) is purple and gold. I kind of love all loser teams, ones who are almost always bad. My favorite baseball cap is a yellow Pittsburgh Pirates cap I bought at PNC Park. (Beautiful baseball park, by the way. If you're interested in baseball, by all means, go there. The team is always bad, but get a Primati Brothers sandwich, sit back, and enjoy the fabuloso view. It is, if not the best, at least one of the best views in baseball. Or anywhere.

Fabulous ballpark. Weird, but good, food.)
 
EO:

My home team/school (which I only attended as graduate student, but grew up with) is purple and gold. I kind of love all loser teams, ones who are almost always bad. My favorite baseball cap is a yellow Pittsburgh Pirates cap I bought at PNC Park. (Beautiful baseball park, by the way. If you're interested in baseball, by all means, go there. The team is always bad, but get a Primati Brothers sandwich, sit back, and enjoy the fabuloso view. It is, if not the best, at least one of the best views in baseball. Or anywhere.

Fabulous ballpark. Weird, but good, food.)

What about the Cubs?
The Pirates were good a while back (Stargell and the rest of the Lumber Company), while the Cubs ...
I've only been to games at Comiskey Park, Cleveland (nearly 40 years ago), and the Astrodome.
 
Oops, I totally missed responding to first responder Neci. Colorful sundresses make me sigh for the warm summer mornings when I could stay in bed or laze on the porch. Maybe I'll have to read your poems to get a sundress fix.

To Tristesse, I agree with Pushkine that blue stockings are incredibly sexy on you--erm that is, your poems. Fitting.

DarkBee, now I have to go peek at these casual poems. Your poetry wardrobe reminds me of an architect I used to date. I wonder if your poems will, too.

I am trying to picture "out" as a wardrobe choice, Ishtat (cudos for word play). Right now I'm seeing invisibility with holes worn through, but that could be the Pushkine image hanging around.

Is reading the work of poets we admire akin to windowshopping for a new poetry wardrobe in this overwrought extended metaphor? If so, that's what I am doing tonight. Perhaps that little houndstooth suit isn't enough for all seasons.
 
[...]DarkBee, now I have to go peek at these casual poems. Your poetry wardrobe reminds me of an architect I used to date. I wonder if your poems will, too.[...]

Well, you will have to learn Dutch first, because that's my first language and the one I've used mostly.
I like to end my poems with a funny twist.
 
not the type of clothing my poems are but...



The clothes my poems wear

These days they are dressed in tailored
truths that will fill black caves with a light
so eerily bright one blinks. Once

I draped them in gowns and masks,
muslins and facinators to catch
the eye, beautified them

hoping to enhance their look
The appeal was fleeting.

It is easier to endow them in a well cut suit,
pearls and elegant heels that click
and scrape occasionally on concrete, just
to see if they can still capture your attention.

:rose:


(loved this concept Dora. thank you!)
 
one of mine wears a thin t-shirt & running shorts with ankle socks but no shoes...
another is wearing smoke and gauze and a little grosgrain ribbon around her wrist.
i once saw one in skinny jeans, white, ribbed tee and a woolen dark grey car coat with a pair of black leather boots (you know the kind that hug a leg's curves but there's always some buckle on them that adds a little oomph) but she seemed uncomfortable - maybe the jeans should've been boot cut or something.
At a shindig late last year one of the less forlorn of the lot was photographed wearing a full, pink taffeta, ankle-length skirt with little silver strappy heels, a fitted cashmere sweater the color of clouds on a summer day when you don't expect rain and the sun's on it's way to bed again - oh, and she wore pearls, little pearls with a slightly pink sheen to emphasize how very feminine she was; but that was just one photo, i'm sure she usually wears frumpier stuff most of the time - maybe... or maybe she just wears frumpy sweaters over form-fitting pieces - just no really bright colors, only colors that let her blend at least a little.
 
What about the Cubs?
The Pirates were good a while back (Stargell and the rest of the Lumber Company), while the Cubs ...
I've only been to games at Comiskey Park, Cleveland (nearly 40 years ago), and the Astrodome.
I had a chance to go to Wrigley once on a business trip, but the wyf is an even bigger baseball fan than I am, so seeing it before her seemed an unwise choice, domestialically.

I remember those Stargell teams, too. I think, though, that merely qualifies us for Social Security. Wasn't Truman president at that time? :rolleyes:

Nice poem, WSO.
 
Lovely poem, WSO. I am seeing your poems dressed in light and next to you, Miss_trust's wreathed in smoke. Your poems make a very attractive pair. Like Heroes coupled with some blue movie I have in memory. Yum. Thin cotton shirts and pearls are sexy, too. Quite appealing.
 
My poems are fickle fashion followers, one day it's tailored, pinstripes the next pipe-leg jeans and white silk shirt. I can't keep up with them. Perhaps a uniform, but then I do like variety in my poetry and as an ex-public school girl (GB) I find uniforms to be stifling.

Pushy - my thighs still have the memory of long summer days in the sun - no milkiness (winter palor) yet.
 
My poems are fickle fashion followers, one day it's tailored, pinstripes the next pipe-leg jeans and white silk shirt. I can't keep up with them. Perhaps a uniform, but then I do like variety in my poetry and as an ex-public school girl (GB) I find uniforms to be stifling.

Pushy - my thighs still have the memory of long summer days in the sun - no milkiness (winter palor) yet.

Fashionista poems! Interesting. And lucky girl who can tan. I only freckle. :( :rose:
 
Do edibles count as clothes, dear?

If so, mine are smoldering in chocolate ganache--ChocMinx evening gowns, to be exact;)
 
If my poems wore clothes, they'd be strutting around in a top hat and sequined cod piece.
 
Damn! What color of sequins? I'm picturing silver, at the moment.

Your question cleaves to the very essence of poetry. Great poems evoke images that spark the imagination. Great readers with great imaginations invariably glean insights and imagery from a poem that the poet himself never even considered. What color sequins, indeed! I hadn't considered color when I made my previous post, but now that I do, I am imagining they are whatever color is most likely to get their author laid.

So, yeah. Silver.
 
I don't write a lot of poems, but they would be some kind of faux-medieval male clothing from a fantasy movie; tall leather boots, narrow-fall breeches (actually regency period), and a shirt with embroidery of vines or celtic knotwork on it.
 
ummm - tricky. i think i need a fancydress costumiers or magic mice to dress mine, since they come in all shades and styles and when they're on parade remind me of Barnum's Circus:

from tumbling fools to the daring high-wire acts; the elegance and intake of breath that's the trapeze artists; the bravado of the lion-tamer; the fat white ponies bearing girls in spangly tights and tutu's; the strongman's bearskin and the sleek and shiny acrobats; and let's not forget the dark, shark-toothed grin of the Ringmaster in his colours of blood and night.

and we didn't even mention the water ...
 
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