My Black Dress

by Ingrid de Klerck   Jul 26, 2009

My Black Dress

In the far corner of my closet
my black dress awaits me patiently,
never worn- for I despise this dismal color.
No, I much prefer the cheerful ones:
red, orange, green, turquoise
in soft and silky fabrics
upon my grateful skin.
It reflects my temperament,
for I have a joy for life
displayed abundantly.
There are those who might say
it is easy to smile
when Lady Luck is riding
besides you always.
The ignorant ones...
For they do not know
one only learns to truly
be happy with all one's being
and appreciate life to its full extent
after having touched upon
the darkest corners
of our existence.
I have my cross,
just don't flaunt it,
for we all have one
and blessed are those,
who know,
the true lesson of life
is to accept all
and be grateful still,
for life does not owe us anything.
If ever this feeling should leave me,
that has been with me from day one
[waking up on Christmas morning]
I will wear my black dress
and join the ones I love so dearly,
awaiting me
on the other side.


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  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    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

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    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 wanton woman!
    All the very best

    • 6 years ago

      by Ingrid de Klerck

      Thanks, gentlemen!

      - especially if it's wanton woman!

      Lol, I don't know what that means, but must be something nice :0)

  • 6 years ago


    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.

  • 9 years ago

    by LittleMermaid

    Really emotional one..
    wonderful poem Ingrid!

  • 9 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Wonderful Poem Ingrid, Enjoyed!!!