A Shirt’s Memoir by Toni Cross

 

 
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.
 

Photo Challenge From Charles Martin

And the photo/poetry duel continues!

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throwaway… by Toni Cross

This is another photo challenge from Charles Martin.

i huddle in the refuse

part of excess and castoffs
and i blend into my corner perfectly

i am helpless and bare and somewhat ugly
pathetically needing your help

if i was cute
i bet you’d scoop me up and love me
i bet if I was darling, you’d maybe even feed me

but i’m awkward, dirty and wobbly
you don’t want to touch me

so all i get are kicks from hard shiny shoes
uneasy pitying glances
or rocks thrown by taller creatures

nothing to keep me safe
or fill my poor lil tummy

i’m not good enough for that
the world deems that i don’t deserve
anything at all