Poetry: Hanging by a Thread

… Bringing back a poem I wrote a year ago. Funny how things change over time 

They hang like clothing
strung on hangers.
These words…
Each one threaded 
with weight and color.
Each day—we wear them.
Sometimes they tug…
at the threads that bind us.
In hopes… we find the color red.
©Linda J. Wolff 2017
www.urbanpoetry2017.com
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A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart.
Reservoir for Wolff Poetry and mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one’s mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

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