They ring
But never make a sound
They ring when fretful thoughts abound.

This is a riddle about wringing hands.  It's a lovely play on words.   Unlike the jarring clang of ringing bells, the anxious wringing of hands tells a silent but articulate story of fretful, unsettling thoughts.   Word plays are at the heart of many riddles.   Like this one about high rise apartments: "I have stories I can't tell, stories in which people dwell."  It's a fun riddle.   We have the multi-stories of the tall buildings ... and the human stories of the people living in them.  "If only these walls could talk."

NEW RIDDLE:
Nubby spike
Pulled from the ground
Bold as the sky
When the sun goes down.
(answer:  see 1/28/12 piece)

They ring
But never make a sound
They ring when fretful thoughts abound.

This is a riddle about wringing hands.  It's a lovely play on words.   Unlike the jarring clang of ringing bells, the anxious wringing of hands tells a silent but articulate story of fretful, unsettling thoughts.   Word plays are at the heart of many riddles.   Like this one about high rise apartments: "I have stories I can't tell, stories in which people dwell."  It's a fun riddle.   We have the multi-stories of the tall buildings ... and the human stories of the people living in them.  "If only these walls could talk."

NEW RIDDLE:
Nubby spike
Pulled from the ground
Bold as the sky
When the sun goes down.
(answer:  see 1/28/12 piece)