Find Me A Dress

A Sonnet...

Find Me A Dress 

Find me a dress that will shimmer and glow

As softly as snow in the newborn sun

As moonlight on rivers its train must flow 

From the breath of lilies it must be spun 

Upon my bare skin its fabric must gleam 

Caressing me with the softness of doves

Its bodice must hug me like a hushed dream

Its skirt a spun-silken promise of love 

Each stitch of this dress must be a strong vow

Yet tender as buds when they wake at dawn

Its tulle of stars must light up my brow

Under a veil more demure than a swan

Find me a dress that will not ever fade

A kiss of forever in pearl and brocade 

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Author's Note

Inspired by that TLC show - "Say Yes To The Dess"
Your comments are most welcome. :)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Emily loved that word, "My tippet, my tulle" she used in "because I could not stop for death"
I like how you make the search for a dress appear like a search for a lover, a mate.
The dress is personified so wonderfully yere.
The last two lines a perfect ending.

[DIVYA]

I'm so thrilled by your thoughts on this poem, my friend. They tell me the the words came through as intended. I'm so grateful!

[Richard🖌]

Goodness, Divya 🕊

Without doubt, this is the most beautiful poem I've ever read … it simply touches every gently romantic fibre of my bardic being.
What it lacks in iambic meter is more than compensated for in every line of enthralling metaphorical magic, satiny flowing diction, enthralling emotion, and perfection of rhyme.
For this one, you filled your golden pen with sparkling stardusted ink and genuinely opened the gates of your poetic heart, mind, and soul, to gift the world a treasure tangibly rare and unforgettable.
Then, your artwork choices set the atmosphere softly aglow.
Not to wear your eyes out this time with exuberance, but let me say that every line is a poetic masterpiece; yet, these literally embraced my senses:

"Each stitch of this dress must be a strong vow
Yet tender as buds when they wake at dawn
Its tulle of stars must light up my brow
Under a veil more demure than a swan"

Thank you ever-so warmly, Dear Poetess ⁓ Richard🖌

200/100

[DIVYA]

Thank you once again, dear Richard. You've so truly elevated this sonnet and given it love and appreciation beyond what it humbly deserves. I had enjoyed composing this poem, last Friday evening and I had never imagined the wonderful reception it would get from you and other esteemed poets here. Thanks for loving the verse, flow and emotion and the verse you liked best. As for iambic pentameter, perhaps, some day we could anaesthetise the poem and do some cosmetic surgery on it.
Just a matter of having some extra time, some day. Your interest in this bridal sonnet has me thrilled! Thanks and thanks again! 🙏💐

[Richard🖌]

You continually amaze me, Divya 🤩

But, you always have.
BTW, I would never bestow discernments upon You (or anyone) beyond what I genuinely believe is deserved … though, I might cut myself off before wearing-out my welcome … LOL!

Just read this one again (for the umpteenth time) … Sighhh* ⁓ RJ🍃

[Pete]

that's some dress! great writing. excellent descriptions. i like how it represents the writer's hopes, dreams and feelings. sounds like the right fit in an off-the-rack world. thanks for giving us a twirl and modeling it for us. bravo.

[DIVYA]

Thank you Pete! It was fun to write this poem and now its a joy to read your kind review. Many regards!

[Arundass TP]

A different poem with odd dimension of thought. I am thinking if cloths are not invented! Great poem

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much, dear Arun.

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work. Powerful writing.

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much, dear Thomas!

[Vol]

Divya,
I remember Barbara's smile beneath her veil as she walked the aisle toward me... I have no memory of that dress or where it went, but that smile in that place and that time is eternal.
Vol

[DIVYA]

Dear Vol,
Such a beautiful comment on this poem! Ultimately, all that remained was her smile....The true essence of that day! Thank you so much for making this poem worth writing!

[Emunah June.]

Oh, you brought me to a most beautiful place while I read this! I remember when I found my wedding dress -- the one pictured in my avatar -- and all the feelings that came with it when I tried it on for the very first time. You feel like an almost elevated version of yourself, if I may sound egotistical! I remember when I put it on, and my sister, who was my maid of honor, adjusted my veil. I stared at myself in the mirror for a good while and whispered "is that me?" and she sort of had this smile that said "yes, yes it is."

I was lucky enough that I never put such emphasis on my dress -- I mean, I knew what I wanted, but it rolled off my back if the specifics were a little different. I mean, for goodness sake, I bought my dress off of Etsy for 700 dollars, I didnt feel the need to spend thousands and thousands on a garment I would more than likely only wear once. That being said, I understand the fever, the hunger, the desire to meld with that elevated self and like what you see. I have personally never watched the show given its less-than-stellar reputation, but I dont judge who do, and I certainly dont judge the brides who find it so important to love their dress.

You captured that feeling so perfectly, if not a little comical if you read it in the voice of a Bridezilla. I personally read it more like a prayer, a song of hope, as opposed to a demand. It feels light, airy, and like the reader can slip right into it and wear your words as their own. So beautiful, and personally relatable, and I appreciate your sharing!!

[DIVYA]

Dear Emunah June,
Thank you so much for such an in-depth review and kind words of appreciation for this poem. Sitting here in India, I often watch this show in perfect awe when brides to be shriek in delight, weep in ecstasy and sometimes go ballistic over wedding dresses ranging from the ridiculous to the most exquisite. It's worth the price if it means so much to one and brings such sheer joy. Having said that, all the fuss sometimes makes one wonder what a wedding day is really all about. Perhaps, its the sentimental value, a kind of coming of age thing. Its a very interesting subject, one that invites such thought and discussion. Thanks again and my warmest regards to you!

[Chris Shaw]

The dress a beautiful symbol for undying love. Such wonderful rich imagery in this very lovely sonnet Divya. A fine composition and thoroughly enjoyed. Happy Sunday dear friend.

Chris

[DIVYA]

Dear Chris, your words make it so worrh it. Thank you so much for such kind words of appreciation. Sending you much love and wishes for a happy weekend, dear friend.
❤️

[Gee]

Tis a beautiful poem.
Unfortunately I do not have the gift of words that Jacob possesses otherwise I would praise you more.
Hope you are well Divya

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much, dear Gee. No words needed. I'm just happy to see you. I'm doing well, thanks. I hope the same for you and your family.

[John the Baptist]

I think the dress is the symbol of a relationship, one that will last "forever." Each stitch of it must be "a strong vow," and the dress must not ever fade. Tall order there, but hold out. It just might be.

[DIVYA]

I hope the marriage is as perfect as the dress. Thank you so much for the understanding words, dear John.