31 August 2010

Clothesline


How I know I stand in line,
but it is not conformity
I have been cut and sewn
to resemble your notions
I try to stretch and fly
but I have been rooted
This line is a prison
but there are other inmates
Together perhaps we could fly
but for now, we strain at the roots

Carry On Tuesday

2 comments:

vivinfrance said...

What fun this poem is. I once wrote a poem about shirts doing handstands - a similar scenario.

gautami tripathy said...

I like this.

curling and uncurling