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Red Dress
by Trisha De GraciaThe ultimate has been discovered:
I could never wear that dress.
I dreamt the satin draped across my figure
clung to curves it didn't know
then came apart
oh thread by thread,
a heap of red unravelled there
to leave me naked
tiptoed
blanch and ugly,
writhing like a snake
undone from its old skin.
Dash the almond from my eyes
for who am I?
And why is it you've come to love that feature?
Keep the yellow from my curve of back
and wear it round your neck.
An ornament.
Zirconium.
A penny's trinket kept
for sake of novelty
to pale before that ring
of authenticity,
soprano song,
that lithe and swaying form.
For I could never wear that dress
and I cannot compare.
To love me is
to somehow love
the dove with water in her lungs.
The world has come
to dine upon
my broken wings, at last. 12/09/2004 Author's Note: Oh god, it's like they're watching me and pointing out the things that I can't do. My biggest fear is being loved for who I could be like. Gah.
Posted on 12/10/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/10/04 at 06:09 AM A very universal feeling here, yet you personalize it very well and with great description. Very effective |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 12/10/04 at 07:42 AM Trisha ... being loved for what you are perceived by the other person could be can be fatal if you try to live up to it. Then again, if they love you for what you truly really and honestly in your heart could be .... maybe that's a good thing. |
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