Pushing and pulling,
tugging at the mold.
The fabric fraying away,
but they stay strong.
The motion of life itself.
A contest entry
- Prompt/10/20 by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended January 3, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A really interesting entry, although I had trouble understanding your 4th line!
Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene;f

