The Garment Makes the Man

Watching all the washing
Now dancing on the line
The wind gently blowing
Around the corners of time
The clouds always change
Like some media personality
The grass is gently swaying
With its own calm banality
It could have been anytime
Any period through history
We've always had washing
For when winds blow blistery
Our clothes rock and sway
To the elements and seasons
And there is always a watcher
To give philosophical reasons
The garment makes the man
Nude people have no influence
Paraphrasing an ancient Greek
It makes you overly conspicuous

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Written on 2018-05-11 at 11:47

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I always hang out my clothes and enjoy the process and their movement in the wind, colors waving at me.
I wonder if the Greek Philosopher went deep enough in his thoughts, as I have seen the naked Indians of the Amazon (with a loin cloth for men) and I found they did indeed have more influence than after the missionaries made them wear polyester pants. It's always that watcher who ruins the influence.
Good thoughts.

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Some more so than others!

Clothes that "rock and sway" reminds of a poem I read long ago, I think by Langston Hughes, about clothes drying on a line. I've never found the poem again. This has the same feeling of time and motion, and I like that there is "always a watcher."