Clothe and String

By the very thread
And fibers that bond
That stick
That hold
To it’s fellow friend or foe
To their brothers
To their sisters
To a pattern they mold.

They take the shape
Of a garment of sorts
To a shirt
To a skirt
To keep from getting cold.

Music do they make
When stroked
When strummed-
When plucked
When pulled-
Fine music
Like fine gold.

Fair breathing
Steady pace
Violence is not a race.

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freeperson said...
Jul. 17, 2013 at 6:36 pm
Not really, but good job!! :)
GraphicWriter This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 20, 2013 at 2:36 pm
I think I get bored of making sense...
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