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Thursday, October 10, 2013


My old blue jeans
are a little tight.
It's hard to close the snap.
Their color is turning to white.
Holes at the knees
leave a gap.
To get new blue jeans
wouldn't be so terrible.
But this pair I'm wearing
has just gotten comfortable.

     I've started on some new poems today and I arrived at clothes.  Have you ever had a piece of clothing that you didn't want to part with?  I always had a hard time getting my boys to give up their shoes, even after they were too small.  It used to drive me crazy.  Maybe that is because I'm female and women love shoes.
     This is definitely a draft poem.  The meter on those last four lines is terribly off and I need to take this apart to put it back together.  I'll keep working. In the meantime, can you write your own poem about your favorite piece of clothing?  How does it make you feel?  What color is it?  How did you get it?  Have fun writing.

     And since I was having so much fun with the manners poems, it seemed to work well for my friend Joan Edwards who is celebrating four years of blogging at her site NEVER GIVE UP.

Joan, Joan
How can I moan 
when your blog
is celebrating four years?

so I'll throw my hands up
and shout for you

   As a present to her readers, she shared my blogs site.  How cool is that?  You can find Joan and her blog here.  I like the idea that my blog is a present.


  1. Joy,
    What a super nice birthday gift for Joan and her blog. Cheers four more times.

  2. Sounds like a good friend and a nice surprise! I have a hard time giving up comfy old tennis shoes, and although I buy new ones, they sit neglected until I'm too embarrassed to wear the old ones in public. It'll be interesting to see what happened in your poems about clothes, Joy!

  3. Dear Joy,
    You are a gift. I wanted others to know that. Thanks for the poem about me. Not everyone gets a poem written about them, especially by the Princess of Poetry, Joy Acey.

    Love you,
    Thanks for sharing my blog.