A poets thoughts are loosely lucid <br />they form around something concrete <br /> like a plastic hanger <br /> hanging in a bathroom with a leaky faucet <br /> and a window cracked three inches to let in the chill. <br /> and around that image <br />they form a story <br /> of something deeper than the hanger <br /> yet still maintaining it's attributes. <br />to them that hanger <br />resting alone on the deep-wooded-towel-rack <br /> might symbolize some habit <br /> shameful <br /> their own scarlet letter <br /> or perhaps their own <br />condemnation <br /> hanging, as they should, from some wooden object <br /> <br />or perhaps the hanger means nothing <br /> and it is just a piece of plastic <br /> with an unknown meaning <br /> <br />that rests <br /> unchanging <br />and cold <br /> in morbid moonlight<br /><br />Lesley Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hangers/
