My Black Dress

Hello Ingrid,

I can't believe that I have never read this poem before. I guess, like the black dress, I had missed it, hidden in the deep recesses of your back catalogue.

Black dresses for a young spirit like you is usually thought as a "going out" dress. A little black number to paint the town red. Black, a colour of clothing that is forgiving. A household favourite of many a lady.

Here this black dress takes a back seat, whilst other dresses take center stage. The red one perhaps being my favourite - a dress to impress the opposite sex - for sex?? Lol

But, like your temperament, the colourful dresses show off vibrancy and a joy of the world and what it has to offer and what you have to offer it. Why would a dress that looks like a shadow be a preferred choice on a sunny day when the soft wind is blowing and there is much to smile about? Well, it wouldn't, it would remain in storage for the right time. A time when the North wind picks up and delivers a welcome passage, for this would be the time when a good life comes to its end. No regrets, a life well lived.

Ingrid, thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of wisdom.

Take care my dear,

((Hugs)) xx

Lovely, powerful piece Ingrid with such a strong message: we all have problems, but don't waste our lives flaunting them - live in the moment and know how lucky you are. As Peter says, you leave that dress well alone - especially if it's see-through.....you wanton woman!
All the very best
Ben

I missed this poem Ingrid, so glad I found it!
So descriptive, I could see this dress in my minds eye. Never think about wearing it though. You are one of lifes very special people.

Really emotional one..
wonderful poem Ingrid!

Wonderful Poem Ingrid, Enjoyed!!!