The Dress
She wore her heart on that blue dress;
it was a stark transformation.
Her wardrobe was full of lesser garb,
each keeping her shrouded psyche in check.
A measly, insignificant mouse,
without any hint of noble expectation,
stumbled in, shopping, almost by mistake-
and that day her life began.
The dressmaker greeted her, unlike
any reception before, with knowing smiles
and an elegant sapphire dress she must try on-
a gift, nothing more than a good deed.
Almost in a trance, she allowed herself
to be led, as the partially-hemmed garment
was wrapped around her, the tender silk
grazing her, embracing her sensibilities.
The dressmaker finished and turned her,
beaming with his philanthropy.
The soft blue dress was made for her,
literally, elegance harboring its simple lines.
She stared at herself, chic, in the dress,
and the barriers of protection left her.
Stripped of shyness, a deep welling of emotions
were freed, as if seeing for the first time.
And she was. She knew it. She could
see her future now, and it was brilliant.
She wore her heart on that blue dress;
it was a stark transformation.
Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
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"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
--Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
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