Heather burns


Hanging There


Hanging there
suspended in time

waiting

attached to a golden
thread

Its' beginning to stretch
getting taut

snap!

it breaks release

Submitted: Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (8/22/2013 6:46:00 AM)

    Wow. Wonderful poem Heather.. Short and Sweet. Loved it..

    Thank you for the lovely comments for my poems Heather...Thanks a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/22/2013 4:59:00 AM)

    That break is a release. It is not pleasant to be in stretched taut state for long. Thank you for a beautiful poem with economy of words. (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (8/22/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    Wow a fantastic poem so unique n d golden thread enhances its poetic effect. Thanx 4 yor reviews too. Take care heather :) (Report) Reply

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