Do you dress for poetry?

[oxalis]

Crease and pleat
elastic bands
unzipped completely
decked
out from shower
wobbly head

splay
jay naked blue and chilled
warm by inner poet, up the fire
near the felt pen,
ward-disrobe
cedar lined
debauch

 

[SeattleRain]

old thread, new string, no wire, belt later

wide belt on floor for
later

denim thread
pulled
twirled
unraveling snip by snap

yes

toes properly chilled
strings properly installed

never
underwire
always colorful

biting thread
squeezing string between
timer set for orions belt
under foot


Seattle Rain

want me to paint you a picture?

 

[ScatteredShowers]

what a fun thread!

I hope it is okay if I just answer the question like a normal person ha, I cannot write like those two up there.

I like to wear my pajamas. Even in the middle of the day I will get them out of the dresser if I am going to write for more than 15 minutes.

Soft flannel, flowered.

Writing is like taking a nap
an escape from the every day

I learned that two pair of socks are better than one
and that hand knitted scarves keep neck warm and less likely to get knotted up


I hope that no one ever puts a web cam on the poetry site because I would be quite a site in my granny jammies with my hair on top of my head in this big pink scrunchy

I would hide with pen and paper

 

[champagne1982]

archived elsewhere

 

[Merrymaker]

cafe coffee break
watching humanity ebb and flow

teens in baggy pants
belly buttons displayed to perfection
daring all to look

harried mothers herd
small sticky children
OshKosh clad, diapered -
waddling ducks in a row

tired tech exec's
rushing for a kaki buttoned down bite
cel phones permanently attached
to their black lizard belts

just as my coffee starts to become interesting...

She appears
stepping fresh and sexy
gauzy summer dress straps
threatening to slip
and reveal a glimpse of heaven

glancing at my watch, it's time to go
ah, if I only had more time...

 

[darkmaas]

dress for poetry

certainly

doesn't everybody?

mother-of-pearl studs
run down my chest
rhyming with
matching cufflinks

metaphor
knotted
full windsor

white shirt
parchment starched
crying out for ink
(or at least spilled merlot)

strophe or stanza
cumberbund or waistcoat
all the same
the morning after

india ink on pallid skin
smeared before
the fourteenth line

 

[Guest]

Perfection!

Skin glowing from a hot
shower
and perfumed
soap
lingering.

Dark - not black - sheer hose
seams like
eyeliner lines
up the
back
of a
leg.

The latest thing in push-up bras
that disappear
as soon
as
the
clasp
clasps.

A pair of panties that look like spider's web
lying on the bed
before
they're
slipped
into.

Burgundy coloured
designer dress
smuggled through
the customs
from
Paree.

Elbow length gloves
in very nearly
the
same
colour
slitherimng
up
arms.

Shoes that no-one
should wear
for comfort
but
perfect
for
seduction.


Meanwhile,

I in plain white
cotton
underwear.

bald-kneed jeans
with unreliable
zipper.

and Molsen faded Canadian
T-shirt

sit and try
to
write
poetry.

 

[OT]

faded blue jeans
over weathered wood
-- light cherry stain
makes the warp look good

knots in my stomach
-- on my neck there's a vein
carved in like initials
or a deep oak grain

chiseling out words
with keyboard as quill
naked except for my
chlorophyll

 

[amicus]

Respective, Perspective Tristesse
who's crease is portrayed with finesse

drew my eye, along to the thigh
and leaves me in lust, with but a sigh.

But the portait in mind
is one of a kind...

With faded blue jeans
and old soft shoes

casual shirt by all means
a hint of a smile
as she seeks her muse

and all in a while,
but surely in style

from this forum gleans
inspiration, guile

the continued means...

 

[Tathagata]

It's funny Tristesse...I always picture you in the first outfit....
ok I picture all the women of Lit in the first outfit



baggy sweats and a sleeveless shirt
not the best attire to flirt
but hunched and sprawled before the computer screen
I can write things enlightened, sarcastic, and obscene

 

[echoes_s]

Nice OT

and me....nope

such poetic license here huh?

 

[Liar]

Blue jeans baby, and a T.
I don't dress for poetry.
Poetry don't dress for me.

#L

 

[Phoenix Stone]

Blue jeans baby, and a T.
I don't dress for poetry.
Poetry don't dress for me.

#L

hijack/

dressing my poetry for you
in long, liquid limnal
lines, silken, licentious, multisyllabic
syllables, tender, terrible, literate
letters, and in-between and underneath, naked
space

/hijack

 

[Angeline]

I wear passion
muse stretches behind me
like shadow words paint my
fingernails and a paper hat
torn from the OED only Roget
couture will do baby then drink
some ink, think poetry wear
self inside out until naked
phraseology plays out like jazz
spills on paper all improv


(ok, jeans and a tshirt usually )

 

[Lostdriver1964]

i have to wear my dreams

A dream

I have a dream
Dressing me like a shadow does;
I have this dream
And it keeps me like a lace,
Around my waist
And right inside my soul.
I want my dream,
But it won’t dress me anymore
Leaving me there,
Naked and with no words to say.

____________________________________________
Damn' how much these feelings are blue tonight

 

[phyremaire]

Re: i have to wear my dreams

A dream

I have a dream
Dressing me like a shadow does;
I have this dream
And it keeps me like a lace,
Around my waist
And right inside my soul.
I want my dream,
But it won’t dress me anymore
Leaving me there,
Naked and with no words to say.

____________________________________________
Damn' how much these feelings are blue tonight

ouch..that breaks my heart..
hmm..do i want to dress you up Sweet Man or should I keep you naked..?

 

[Man Ray]

when me write poetry
me naked
me naked with big smile
but when me write about you
me have HUGE...