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Saturday, January 07, 2023

My Home - a Poem for the Sunday Muse


    The Girl You See 

I'm the girl you see in the window 
in the window at Macy's 
I've been here a hundred sixty years 
Passersby stare at me 

It's not me they see rather my dress 
in the dress see themselves 
Better for me they're seeing their love 
maybe buy one for her 

Early mornings quite lonesome for me 
mostly men their quick glance 
Take me home take me home go with you 
O to be warm, cuddly 

That won't happen for me never will 
lonely cold Mannequin 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 
 - Photo prompt choice made from Carrie's selection at the Sunday Muse #241, at 
 - Macy's was founded in 1858, 165 years ago this year 
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10 comments:

  1. I have never thought about the loneliness of mannequins until now. Wonderful, Jim!

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  2. 150 years is a long time to watch the world go by...

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  3. I had to look, Macy's was founded in 1858, will be 165 years
    old this year. I added it to my bottom notes above.
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  4. The mannequin does have a sad tale to tell. I enjoyed your take and the image you chose my friend!

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  5. Something about the idea of over a century of styles passing over an unchanging body catches the attention. How would she(?) relate to a statue that never changes? Is loneliness a function of the purpose of attracting the eye for a commercial purpose?

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  6. Well, now all I can think of is that movie Mannequin.

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  7. Interesting response to the photo prompt. Bravo for Macy's.
    I shopped at one when i vacationed in NY a very long time ago, those days i used to travel abroad. Haven't left Trinidad in too long a time now.
    Best Wishes for 2023. Thank you for visiting my blog.

    Much❤love

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  8. I'm sure her older sister is in Harrod in London, it was founded in 1849!

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  9. Oh that mannequin who has be dressed, undressed, and redressed for all those years, and must still sit on display and never find home...I felt all of it when reading your poem

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