Hope
Hangs by the
Thinnest
Thread
As does
The
Deadly
Spider
Sometimes
I
Confuse
The two
© 2012 by Michael L. Utley
Photo by Karel Drozda
21 thoughts on “Threads”
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Hope
Hangs by the
Thinnest
Thread
As does
The
Deadly
Spider
Sometimes
I
Confuse
The two
© 2012 by Michael L. Utley
Photo by Karel Drozda
Comments are closed.
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Hi, Manuela. Thank you kindly for publishing this little poem. I hope you’re doing well and enjoying springtime. 😊
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Thank you, Mike! I hope you are well, too!
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Very powerful words, Mike.
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Thanks, Robbie. Happy to know this tiny poem appealed to you. 😊
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🤗💛
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I love it! Simple and powerful. Another great one, Mike!
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Thanks a bunch, good sir! Enjoy your weekend, buddy. 😎
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Great work, Michael. This really illustrates your flexibility when it comes to style and form. An important message here, too.
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Many thanks, Russ. I wrote this one on a paper towel one morning while pondering life after awakening and seeing a spider web on the ceiling. Life lessons, you know? 😊
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WOW! This insightful poem really packs a punch in just a few words. Bravo!
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Thanks, Liz. I think I set a personal record for tiniest poem ever written (by me). Glad you found this one to your liking. 😊
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You’re welcome, Mike.
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Loving this piece, Mike. It packs a punch but in the most visionary way! Stunning work.
Manuela, thank you for sharing Mike’s work.
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My pleasure, Joni! Thank you for your visit and kindness!
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Kindest thanks, Joni. It’s an anomaly–I usually write much longer poetry. This one came to me all at once on morning while lying awake in bed. A spider web was in the corner of the ceiling and I’m not a big fan of those little guys. I hopped up and wrote it down on a paper towel so I wouldn’t forget it. Fun times. 😊
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This one from Mike is shorter than I’m used to, but powerful. Hope can feel dangerous these days. I can relate, and yet we must hope. Masterful, Mike.
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Hey, Diana. So good to see you here. Yes, it’s a miniscule poem by my standards, but it fairly blurted itself out one morning onto a paper towel (that sounds weird) and its brevity adds to its impact. Its got a rigid syllabic structure, too (7-7-7, with the first and last stanzas sharing identical cadence, while the middle stanza alters the cadence). It’s nice to see this little poem published here.
I hope you’re hanging in there. It’s rough right now for so many people. This madness has to end sometime, and hopefully in such a manner that it will never, ever happen again, and those responsible will be held thoroughly accountable for their crimes. Sometimes hope is all we have.
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My dad is declining pretty rapidly now, so I’ve been running around like a crazy person between the hospital and his doctors, and getting him moved into assisted living. But it feels good to take a little time to stop by and read your work. And connect with you. Your poetry makes me stop the hamster wheel and dive into the heart space.
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Powerful insight, so clearly delivered!
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Thank you, Carol. It’s very kind of you. 😊
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