The Yellow Dress
When she wears it, worlds collide.
Men collect on either side.
Women seek her company.
Children seek to grace her knee.
Potentates, senators, kings
bring her necklaces and rings.
Scholars write her name in books.
Jealous women exchange looks.
There is hardly anything
that nature does not seek to bring.
Winds blow harder, streams divert
when she wears that saffron skirt.
The very heavens note where she went.
Tsunamis curl, volcanoes vent.
Soldiers line up to parade.
Mimes begin their mute charade.
Actors emote better to
this goddess in her sunny hue.
Mourning doves just bill and coo.
Old boyfriends seek her out anew.
Yet as she stands before her glass,
surveying both her front and ass,
her mate says, “Are you wearing that?”
and she surmises she looks too fat.
As she changes into basic black,
the lava cools, the seas hold back.
Her suitors cease their clamoring press.
She does not wear the yellow dress.
The dVerse Poets prompt was lemon yellow.

What a wonderful poem, and a great image to illustrate it!
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Thanks, Andrea. I am so confused. The electricity went off at my house shortly after I posted this. I went in to swim and it started to rain so I just went to bed..Then I woke up and saw it was 6 o’clock but I couldnt’ tell if it was A.M. or P.M. Finally determined it is morning so I must have slept all night but still have no idea when the electricity went off and when it came on. Every light in the house was on..I guess because I was testing them. It seems I must have slept 10 or 12 hours which is about double what I usually sleep. I posted this blog but forgot to link it to dVerse Poets, which I just did. Crazy crazy world.
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So very well done – ‘Tsunamis curl, volcanoes vent’ is a magnificent rhythmic line
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Thanks, Derrick. Please see my comment to Andrea..right above your comment. Strange day…
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Haha! Love this imagery this poem evoked of the turmoil waiting to happen
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Sadje, yesterday was such a weird weird day. Electricity off for 10 hrs. or so when a truck hit a light pole. See my message to Andrea above.
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It’s indeed very confusing to lose track of time. But sleeping for 10 hours means you needed that sleep.
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Turns out I just slept 5 hours after all. Later on discovered/remembered what I’d done those hours without electricity. I watched 3 episodes of The Voice that I’d recorded earlier. Ah, memory…
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That’s good too. Getting the lost memory back.
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“her mate says, “Are you wearing that?”
and she surmises she looks too fat.
As she changes into basic black”
SIGH… wear that yellow! 🙂
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agreed.
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You know it, Ren! 👌🎇
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Such an enjoyable poem! 😀 I hope she wears that yellow dress again ❤️
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Me, too. I guess I can have her do whatever I wish. She is in my pen and thus in my power.
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Oh man… Why are we LIKE that?
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To me, this is a very important question.
Why do we insist on dimming beauty?
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I will never figure that out.
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Loved this!
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Modern marriage in a very nutshell. Wear the dress, say I!
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Me, too, Ana.
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👌👍✨
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My female teenage students often ask me, after hours of makeup preparation, ‘Do I look pretty?’ and I always tell them ‘No!’ They look at me disappointed and I ask them ‘Do you think you look pretty?’ and they say ‘Yes!’ I explain to them that that is all that matters. Also that they if choose to ask this question in the first place, be prepared for the answer they least desire!
I finish off with a softening ‘Of course, you look pretty.’
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You had me laughing out loud with this Judy – not so much the ending which is rather sad if realistically more likely, but with the many inventive images the like of which we may all have felt at some time, revelling in our prime…
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Unfortunately, I’ve never felt this way in any garment, but a girl can fantasize!! ;o)
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But your reaction to the poem is just as satisfying as being able to identify with it!!
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Thanks, Frewin.. I love to imagine you laughing out loud.
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That mate was not a true friend I think….
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Or faulty judgment…
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I laughed out loud when you read this for OLN today! Delightful humor in this 😀 Perhaps her mate is jealous as well but in a good way?!
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Thanks, Lynn. It was good to see and hear you all today.
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AHHHHHH …. the “yellow” dress. NOW I see what all the fuss is all about. This poem is so much fun, Judy and I loved listening as you read it to us.
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Thanks, Helen. It was fun to hear everyone reading….
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Her mate needs to shut up. She’s just fine with that yellow dress.
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I think we all agree!!!
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Amazing how a few words can destroy the joy of self-confidence. Well done!
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Exactly..or even a look.
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Yes!
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I love the humour this conveys and also the reality of it, especially as disclosed in the last verse. A stellar write Judy and it was great to hear it live.
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Thanks, PV. I usually forget to mark the open mikes on my calendar. I’ve loved the few I’ve attended. Fun to put faces and voices to words.
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Life is like that.
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Excellent poem. So the ground shook when she wore that yellow dress … and her mate felt jealous…
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You got it!!!
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