I laugh at the belts:
two lines of blue,
no difference to me.
You say it matters—
you say it has always mattered,
from gowns to racks,
from morning to the corner shop.
We are already wearing it,
though I thought I stood apart.
They chose it before us,
and now the choice
is pressed into my hands.
I will not laugh tomorrow
but lift the belt up to light
perhaps, then, I will see
how minutiae
carry the weight of a world.
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You got me on this one Criptic I have reviewed this one several times and the belts seem the key yet I can not decide what the belts are. Blue is it the mood, two belts do they tie the two people together? As you say are they the minutia that hold the weight of the world? It all sounds so poetic but I have not found the end to unravel it.
The belts were taken from Meryl Streep’s lines as Miranda Priestly, lecturing Anne Hathaway as Andy Sachs about the fashion industry and life as we know it.
Well I would have never gotten that in that I didn't see it. It makes sense now
Ah, but your take was so much better! So, underneath there could be real undercurrents to a poem. 😁🕊️🙏
Well, if Soren and others can't guess the cryptic meanings, what chance have I got?! lol.
But I'm gonna be cryptic and baffle folk, saying 'It's a nice cerulean sky today'. lol.
That’s the kind of weather for an outing🙏🏻🕊️
I was a doom and gloom merchant. It rained one day. I said 'Cheer up, it'll rain tomorrow too!' heehee.
And the rain makes the plant life grow 🌱 🤩
The poem explores the notion of fashion, specifically the symbolism of a belt, as a metaphor for societal constraints and expectations. It addresses how choices are often made for us, and how those choices carry significant weight in our lives, impacting our sense of individuality and agency.
Most eloquently stated, dear Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Arqios, you move so smoothly from dismissal to revelation…from seeing the belts as nothing to realizing their history is already sewn into you. The poem opens itself the longer it sits. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The constraint of form and structure brought that about dear Tittu. Perhaps it is a sort of poetic pirouette 🩰 💃🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed. Perhaps!
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