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solsc.2012: spring wear 8/31

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Looking in my closet, 
I began thinking about 
the changes occurring . . .

Ahhh, spring is in the air.
daily temperatures slowly rising higher 
rays of sunshine fulfilling my vitamin D deficiency
melted snow puddles scattered about the pavement
clumps of green emerging from the thawing ground
warm southerly breezes sneaking in a cracked window

AHHH! SPRING IS IN THE AIR!
layers of clothes shed that purposely hid extra pounds
bulky warm covering-up coats returned to the closet
squishing, squeezing, uh-oh too-tight spring clothes
nervous pale white skin afraid of being exposed
toes in desperate need of a major dress-me-up

Ahhh, but spring is in the air.



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  1. Your poem provides such insight into the wonderful changes of Spring.

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  2. I am right there with you sister. Put on a shirt yesterday and felt like a stuffed sausage. Time to hit the gym!

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  3. So ready for spring but do need to drop the pounds. Have started a running plan to help in that endeavor. And the toes - yes! Love this.

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  4. You said it Michelle... what happens every year when those clothes come out of the closet...is there something in there that's eats part of clothes during the cold winter months????

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  5. What a wonderful way you have of expressing your feelings. Especially loved the line: "rays of sunshine fulfilling my vitamin D deficiency" I can feel the sun etching its way into my body. I think our closets have a way of compressing our clothes - it's a ploy to get us outside and active! Thanks for sharing.

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  6. Funny and right on spot. Spring is so promising and slightly demanding. Exercising or new clothes?
    Thank you for the poem.

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  7. The form of the poem cracks me up! What a talented writer you are. You've been messing around in my mind, because those are my thoughts, but you express them so much more eloquently than I do. Here's my favorite line: nervous pale white skin afraid of being exposed.

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  8. You read my mind this morning, Michelle!
    I pulled the lightest, loosest top out of the closet!
    Chris

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  9. You expressed it perfectly! I especially like "squishing, squeezing, uh-oh too-tight spring clothes". Oh, how I can relate!
    Love the form!

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  10. My thoughts were, "How cool" and "How'd she do that?" I liked the format!

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  11. The bit about the toes -- yeah, I understand. I can't wait for spring, either!
    Ruth

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  12. Your shape of your poem looked like a wind decanter with the slice logo on top. Descriptive use of words to paint a picture.
    I picked up on the vitamin D deficiency and the fear of the sun.
    A hint of something more? or just not wanting to get burned?

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  13. Your poem totally embraces the horror I feel every year when the imperfections are brought to light with less layers. Hate that, and hate looking even further ahead to bathing suit shopping. Thank heavens for online shopping - no neon lights to bum me out even further!

    The toes, though -- love that first "spruce up" - mine is this coming Monday and I cannot wait!

    Great slice!

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  14. Michelle,
    Typically I'm a little excited when spring rolls around as it gives me the opportunity to wear something different. This year I just look in my closet and think, "UGH". I'm going to pretend I didn't just read Karen's comment about bathing suit shopping.

    Cathy

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