Dressing Gown

by Lenny   Sep 15, 2009

Tripping over words
Im on the verge
Of switching between mes.

Theres something about dressing gowns
Flowing and dripping
A fabrication of despair-
This one is red

And the lighting is soft
And cushions and fireplaces
Are what it sets off,

Images in my mind
If only you could see

How painful it is to sum a self down
To five traits, to one word
When we are more than words,
Yet words are what this is,

A poem, an explanation,
Exploration, yet-

I can’t even explain
A dressing gown.


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  • 14 years ago

    by AwingAshes

    This is really interesting.
    Got me thinking.
    And very true.
    Hare Krishna.
    -Aweing Ashes.