We feel most comfortable in our own clothes,
To cover our nakedness that only Nature can impose.
They say clothes make the man, right down to the shoe;
An adage often repeated that seems surprisingly true .
In winter, I put on flannel shirts with collars and cuffs,
To ward off the freezing cold, I gladly wear earmuffs.
In spring, I make sure to take with me my umbrella;
Without it, rain would force me down into a dingy cellar.
In summer, I take to wearing loose, billowy attire,
Cooling breezes and gentle rain my mood to inspire.
In autumn, when multi-colored leaves do freely fall,
I drag out my sweaters wrapped gently in mothballs.
At night, I don my cotton pajamas to get ready for bed,
I fold and put away my mother’s hand-made bedspread.
If I wore someone else’ clothing, I would only feel dread,
When I pass on from life, someone else will dress me instead.
No matter what clothes they put on me, by then, I will be dead.
A rather unique and interesting poem today. With me, less is better. Probably why I've been setting styles by dropping that tie a few years before others and a T-shirt before that. Going casual before “casual Fridays” became vogue.
One thing is for sure. When they dress me for that final day they need to put on clean underwear. Because, like my mother always said, “You might have an accident on your way.”
that's true, John; your attitude is very much of a Daoist. Joking apart, when we say that a man adorns his place but not the other way round, it's not completely true; one's position has defining value, including the clothes, which is the sign of one's social status. Recently, it seems to be not so visually clear, but still it works with no fails thru the brand names in so many. . . a yearly cycle is outlined here in a lovely full. Cheers, alex
A lot of truisms within the confines of this poem, John. We are conditioned by the seasonal changes. It dictates what we wear, or not wear. The last two lines are kickass lines.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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you give us much to consider
to often wear less.
For those that got it, flaunt it.
For all others, consider your body size,
when you dress.
Michael D.
One thing is for sure. When they dress me for that final day they need to put on clean underwear. Because, like my mother always said, “You might have an accident on your way.”
Ron
Love ya!
Jane