Bermuda Shorts

When I first saw that pair of shorts

I wanted them so bad.

It took a little convincing but

I bought them.

They where my favorite pair of shorts.

I wouldn't tell anyone where I got them

Because I didn't want anyone else to have them.

But people admired them the same.

Eventually they got a few tears.

A few stains.

But I loved them still.

Until one day I couldn't find them.

Gone without a trace

But once I did they weren't the same.

They were bleached. 

No trace of their beauty.

I tried to throw them away.

But we had such great memories together.

I'm glad I kept the tags

So I could remember how much it cost me.

But i can't take them back

I've worn them out.

Or maybe they wore me.

Now I just have to hope 

That I'll find another pair

 that catches my eye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes it's hard to let go. Maybe you should.  Maybe you shouldn't.  But why does it matter? It's just your life.

Beatnik1979's picture

very symbolic

Excellent symbolism in this poem. It not just about bermuda shorts, is it? In my is not. But what I CAN tell you, is that the author has experienced loss....we we all have our pair somewhere. Excellent poem

Contrasola's picture

You're right. My poems are

You're right. My poems are rarely with out a deeper or double meaning.  And we all have our pair somewhere.  I like that. 



Thanks for your feedback.

Can never think of what to say. Contradiction Incarnate. 

A lonely contradiction. Contrasola

MajesticDravon's picture

Letting Go

The most difficult situation is letting go.  My adopted dad gave me a pair of jeans he hardly wore, and I cherished them.  Torn, faded, thinned, bleached- I kept them until someone bugged me to toss them.  Think I have another pair I wear around at home, there are parts of the jeans thinning from age.

I like the part "Or maybe they wore me."  Very good write, thank you for sharing.


I am an artist of words as well as paints.