I’m stuck up here, just flapping here- anchored to this line. It’s sunny bright, with windy light- and I feel just fine. My mood is right, at this desert sight- asymmetrical design. A pretty plight, shaken, taut, tight- haunting wind wisp whine. It’s sunny bright, with windy light- and I feel just fine. A change in weather, sand blasted together- a wish for peace is mine A pretty plight, shaken, taut, tight- haunting wind wisp whine. Starched and bleached straight, long time to wait- tethered to this line Drop a side down, hanging off now- flimsy grip abate Pulling hands grab, falling free space- lost my rope-mate Slapped and rolled, stuffed in a backpack- sho’ is some date Bump and a scuff, dumped out again- what’s with this fabric hate? Pulling hands grab, tugging past flab- can you relate? Long day goes on, sweat, rub, dirty grub- my stains match the tin plate Bump and a scuff, dumped down again- what’s with this fabric hate? Scrub and rinse, drench, splat repeat- start again with the wait Pulling hands grab, falling free space- lost my rope-mate My mood is right, at this desert sight- asymmetrical design. Bump and a scuff, dumped out again- what’s with this fabric hate? I’m stuck up here, just flapping here- anchored to this line.And the photo/poetry duel continues! Check out Charles at: www.slpmartin.wordpress.comPhoto Challenge From Charles Martin
A Shirt’s Memoir by Toni Cross
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
Excellent Toni…I wasn’t certain how you would approach that particular image…but you wrote a wonderful poem around the image…kudos my friend.
Thanks, Charles! I wasn’t sure at first, seeing I just wrote the other poem not that long ago about the T-shirt…. but this just happened! (I forgot the notebook with the other poem in it again… sigh. I added to it last night, too.)