Swimming in pools,
whirling thoughts,
like sediment,
opportunities
sink to the rocks,
soggy, thick dirt.
Submerged below
the system,
unexplored territory,
pumped,
crunched by pistons,
enmity, harsh dichotomy.
And the duality
of both positive
and negative systems
overrides our ability for
safe distances,
from the beginning
we will venture,
from the middle,
we will endure,
all that exists
beneath those shining surfaces.
Fluidity of movement
is so very important,
though my false smile catches corners,
galloping sounds pass by,
whinnying, disagreeable sea horses,
and to remember,
to recall,
those rides by the sea,
they were magnificent,
spectacular,
the recollections I breathe.
You and I, was it even you,
or just singularly me?
Horizon spans as far an
eternally-felt rumination can see.
Soggy underwood,
underfoot,
stormy-footed grip,
envelope me,
potent still,
don’t you dare
make a sound,
hush, little baby,
hold me in your arms,
time is affective,
I don’t wanna leave these charms.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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As always, you’ve brought a huge smile to my face at the end of my workday. Thank you for that, and this lovely poem, dear Lauren. Wonderful. ❤❤
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Aww, I am so glad to hear that, thank you for letting me know, Jeff! ❤ ❤ ❤
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You’re most welcome, Lauren. Have a lovely rest of your week! ❤❤❤
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