Ode to the Clothes Every morning you wait,clothes, over a chair,to fill yourself withmy vanity, my love,my hope, my body.Barelyrisen from sleep,I relinquish the water,enter your sleeves,my legs look forthe hollows of your legs,and so embracedby your indefatigable faithfulnessI rise, to tread the grass,enter poetry,consider through the windows,the things,the men, the women,the deeds and the […]Neruda Ode to Clothes & the environment — Fiesta Estrellas
This post I wrote from the inspiration of a Pablo Neruda poem. The thoughts struck me again about how things used to be made with high quality back in previous centuries while I was watching an episode of Outlander. I was marveling at the costumes (this is when they were in North Carolina). Things just don’t last now. Clothing falls apart almost immediately. Shoes have a very short life (especially for children). These are my passing thoughts on the morning where we are going to get family photos by the beach. Our photographer lost the first set of pictures last weekend. I hope these images last. Really, I hope our smiles last. I hope we always find it easy to smile.