Sartorial Poems - Poems about Sartorial

This poem is penned to my sartorial self, about wardrobe clothes on the rail or the shelf, replica football shirts, too tight, too small, threadbare cord trousers, I don’t wear at all, now for recycling with all the rest, while saving my smart shoes and suit just for best, too many old clothes that I’ll never wear, though some could be fixed...

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Inside my wardrobe: lots of ties, some jackets, shirts and trousers too (we won't go into just what size!) ...

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SARTORIAL I went through my clothes the other day Yes, some are well-worn, others quite new They represent styles from both extremes Living, or once lived, a varied life it seems Can one assume identity from such a view Maybe clothing choices have much to say Formal suits on hangers in protective covers The smarter are even in the tuxedo fashion One even with...

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bomber jacket, dark glasses blown out hair, faded jeans that fit me slim, brown leather belt and shoes, a dangling cigarette between lips, is how I would fancy look! Reality is something else, and what I look is more like this… A T shirt straight out of wash, never seen the underside of iron, crumpled to show how the machine spins! trousers broad fit that...

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What's this we have here? Second hand? No, worn out? Eco friendly. Sure, the color's fading some But for the grade It's not too spendy And it's versatile Though it doesn't change Not affected much by where it hangs Around Been through the wash a couple times So I bet if you take it down You'll find the fiber's tough Despite the gentle feel Threaded thick enough to warm...

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Solid denim torn at the knee dark hues of cotton comfortable as can be tears from the loving of horses' gentle pull stains where children's hearts were full A hint of reds purples and greys eclectic and simple depends on the day Easy the flow strong are the seams a small touch of color smell of lavender when cleaned Fancy it's not though dribbles of strife wares of this wardrobe express a simple life....

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Pairs of casual uniforms To make work days in with the norms Polo shirts in greens and blues To jive with the earthly hues Artful shirts in black and white Tone that's pleasing to the sight Simple wears, so calm to see Bring the young days to memory Wears of new and wears of old Fun...

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SARTORIAL SELF-PORTRAIT Even as a young man, I dressed just like my dad. ‘Clothes are what defines you,’ Was a saying my mother had. But now I’ve retired from the city, Perhaps it’s time to break free. So I’m looking through my wardrobe To find out what defines me. Here’s a row of pin-striped suits, Three-piece, in the main. With waistcoats with a pocket, For a watch...

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I dress up every Sunday, but only in my mind My coat and tie in tattered shreds, the past and future bind To celebrate in peasant rags, as memory dances free Imagining in formal garb —what only I can see (Dreamsleep: May, 2022)...

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