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
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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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