I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.
I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like the glittering rainbow colors, proffer more than what is passable!
Though I wasn't an awful person, in this one area, I admit I was vain,
As the seasons, once departed, flaunt beautiful faces again and again.
I regularly read fashion magazines, and kept up with current trends,
As red Mars regularly follows its course, to where the horizon bends!
I thought that I could get ahead, by impressing all the right people;
And I also longed to be admired, as a lovely waterfall, very peaceful.
I spent an inordinate amount of time, before the full length mirror,
As a full moon clings to obsidian night, having found nothing dearer.
Nevertheless I was quite well liked, for I'd hardly boast my vanity;
Yet when one is immersed in oneself, neglected is all other humanity.
But like redolent joyous blooms, each season I put on my new colors,
As emerald budding spring leaves, fashioning gracious canopy covers!
Having advanced in my career, I knew being well attired didn't hurt,
As blooms sense the whispers of sunshine, massed stylishly in concert.
But the fateful day arrived, when I dropped and broke my hand mirror.
That was the eventful afternoon, that led to my seeing things clearer!
I cleaned up the mess and finished dressing, and walked into sunshine,
And along the blooming Aster Avenue, a hush street of the summertime.
Yet when at last I encountered a person, she regarded me with shock;
And glancing at my clothing I saw, bold stripes and bright polka dots!
Horrified I retraced my numerous steps, on a path of fragrant Saturday,
In such a state of embarrassment, I clung to the shadows and alleyways.
When I got home and looked in the mirror, all was as it had been before,
Like the ring of truth at the front buzzer, that exits by the back door!
Warily I changed my lovely outfit, which I felt I could no longer trust,
Like the reddish gold dawn of discovery, when sweet dreams turn to dust.
My confidence restored I once again left, relishing birdsong breezes,
As a rainbow flustered by sun's resolute gaze, simply falls to pieces!
I saw people without incident, but that changed as I passed by a cafe,
Shock and dismay was on faces again, causing me to once more run away.
The pattern I wore just now, was a large multihued checkerboard design,
A lone red heart sat on a square, as if playing hopscotch as a sideline!
I'm a stubborn sort of person, so this scenario repeated several times,
Halting my shallow pursuit of perfection, by causing fashion to decline.
I showed up in the loudest of colors, rivalling bright neon city lights,
And in a print very tiny and busy, causing the dizziness great heights.
Finally I gave up the battle, being embarrassed by more than my clothes,
Like skies that weep for days, before pouring sunshine on blue primrose!
I went home where this time I stayed, and in the silence I found there,
I pondered, putting style into perspective, as bluebirds in sunset air.
Even though I still dress well, my current focus is on weightier things,
Such as sharing, caring, family and friends, and a love for all beings.
Though the style magic has never recurred, nowadays I prioritize better,
As the fashion blooms in emerald rooms, amass smiles as their pleasure!
WOW! Twenty four Couplets, dear Evelyn, such amazing read,5 Stars full for your very insightful poem
I am astonished by these stunning Couplets 24 pieces, gorgeously worded and brilliantly presented with that glistening graphic added.
I have enjoyed your 24 Couplets, dear Evelyn, I like them very much!
I enjoyed this because it reminded me of the 1980's because I used to be like this then
Dressing is important but excessive of anything is bad and you nailed it with this poem, Use of 'Dressing' as metaphor you said many things. Wow. Full *****
Missing my honest comments and feedback here. Quo Vadis?
I still enjoy reading your Stunning, dear Evelyn, very positively!
My responses and feedback must be able to be READ already, and why not now? ! I wonder why PH is like this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evelyn you painted it so well. Indeed fashion is needed. We all should look well but we shouldn't forget this important thing to focus on weightier thing. Well written.