poem: twine – 28/01/22
Amazing poetry shared.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

I send love and joy to the earthly forms
soaring beings and βneath brewing storms,
sending love to many many,
and the sisters of three,
who love to tug and twist and cut twine βneath the sea
where I lived for many many years under the rotundas of mental health
amongst dry retching desires and lengthy spells
searching for love and so much more
wrong place wrong time,
I decide to soar.
Β© 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
Rotundas eh?? ππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you dear Valerie. Rotundas, a new word for me. Hello from very cold and chilly Michigan.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha Iβm in Michigan as well. What a coincidence
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hello dear Valerie. I live in Clinton Twp. I like my location. 10 minute ride to Lake St. Clair.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love it so much π
LikeLiked by 1 person
An amazing writer my friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cool π
LikeLiked by 1 person