Friday, 3 August 2012

Strung Out Rhyme

There we stand as poles apart
suspended and strung out
carrying weight hung out to dry
flapping and worn out.

Our rhythm crazy random
rarely seen by passers by
our tethering so pegged up tight
neath a weather changing sky

For all who see our movement free
misunderstanding forces
our 'too and fro' is tidal flow
a laundry of white horses 

1 comment:

  1. Well observed. you old wordsmith. It could be a metaphore for life.