Jun 23
Fashionista Dreams
she dreams each night
of the newest finds
in her daily haunts
of the up-and-coming boutiques
she feels the heft of the chains
around her neck
aslant on her hip
all uncommon rattle
the fabric drapes itself
over her slim shoulders
and her breastless torso
no curves to pull at the lines
will she find the perfect look
when she wakes
or will she only
wander the streets and dream
Pamela Olson, 6/23/08
This poem is in response to
Monday Mural at Poefusion
Art is by Hilm Daniele
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Hello Pam, I found you here at amputated moon and wanted to let you know you how much I like your poetry - esp. your tanka and haiku…
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When she wakes I think she should still be able to dream of what she wants. I think that is what keeps us alive is our dreaming, no matter how big or small. thanks for sharing. Have a nice day.
Interesting that you also saw a female figure in this abstract picture… works into a good poem. A rather sad life that dreams only of fashion!
Ooh, I’m not a girl, so I’ve never thought like that.
I love when my dreams are of clothing, this poem speaks to my
love of fashion.