Wednesday, 18 May 2011

CLOTH

Longingly, we remember
the gossamer swaddling
of infancy
draped against
our
tender skin.

But the
cloth we are
cut from
often
chafes
and
irritates.

With barely disguised
horror
we realise
that
suddenly
we are wearing
Worsted.

9 comments:

  1. Clever verse, love it, did you write it yourself ?
    Hugs June xxxxx

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  2. your words are so powerful!

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  3. Great words again there hun - loving it!

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  4. Oh my, this is so powerful and thought provoking Pen. You just get better and better!
    Have a good weekend.

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  5. I thought I'd commented on this post, but I clearly haven't, doh!

    This piece is brilliant, Pen, and so true.

    xx

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  6. What a thoughtful and provocative piece. Your poetry is wonderful. I love the style you have chosen for this one.

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  7. Brilliant writing Penny !

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  8. Wonderful writing Pen! x

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  9. worsted oh no! forever purple for me..another excellent insightful poem

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