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Writer's pictureD. Y. Kyoseva

The Loose Thread



Slow down, slow down,

The grass beneath is turning brown

I’m a chariot with drawn-up strings

I’m Icarus with molten wings

I feel the wind blow past my feet

As I trudge down a city street

One thread alone has come undone

And from my trousers hanging down.


Speed up, speed up,

And ride the wind

I’m a flying bat with open wings

I’m wearing two shoes with springs

In hurried haze I try to ignore

The loose thread tickling my leg some more

With every step some more unravels

And interrupts my busy travels.


I try so hard but can’t forget

The aggravating little thread

Was it a nuisance of a twine?

Was it a secret of a sign?

A gentle gesture that reminds

That like the tread, my life unwinds

And day by day, the days elapse

Until the trousers turn to scraps

Their regretful ruin I couldn’t stave

So naked I walk in my grave.

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Natalie Lauf
Natalie Lauf
Jun 28, 2022

Do not ignore the thread! Yes we age - starting at birth BUT YES we have healthcare, seamstresses, dental, eyecare ...deal with life's and your body's problems as they arise - they will not magically go away as pointed out rather they get worse to a point beyond repair. Let this brilliant poem serve as a lesson!!!

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