The topic of poem three is clothes, hence the title, "Clothes." Really, it's there for lack of a better title.
Clothes
Valerie Owens
Poets, dreamers, and rebels sing the same song,
the melancholy tune of November's chilled winds.
I wrap myself up in a swanky sweater
and pretend to be all three.
I'd like to weave the words
of life and love and longing.
I'd weave the finest robe there ever was
and flaunt it proudly the streets.
I beckon those who'd dreamed the dreams of poetry
to garb themselves in words
and dance through life with me.
1 comment:
I'm dressed; let's dance!
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