In the midst of a tedious day's
cleaning, I get
a defiant sense
of the luxury of ugly things.
I find a pair of overalls,
not even old, just blue--
naive, unvariegated blue--
as fashion statement,
useless,
and irrelevant to my lifestyle.
On no occasion
would I wear these overalls.
This fact gives me unaccountable joy
and I rush to try them on.
These elements, unacceptable,
are therefore mine, all mine.
for Poetry Instigator - Neruda & The Mundane
3WW, The Final Chapter (and Week No. 538)
7 years ago
Cool poem, Rachel! I love how you end each line, very strong. :-)
ReplyDeletethank you! been meaning to post a new poem cause i'm tired of looking at this'n.. but i'm glad you liked it. :)
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