
Envious ivy trails round
rotten doors,
entranceways metamorphic
shapeshifting then reality restored,
what lies behind the
reckoning of Time,
a conundrum, in fact,
sheer scope, Divine.
What cause cataclysmic
chasms to collide,
immediately doubling or tripling
in size?
Gargantuan are these sinkholes,
blackholes laid in store
as winding ivy bends
and twists,
collectively, more.
Soon woven are these
green weaves,
passing moments,
enveloping energies,
flowering, berry-rich moments,
envy calls as ivy trails
devotees show, shine,
true richness delves,
the party to which
we are already speaking,
river-rich mud,
plaintively reaching.
And clear away,
away, the thicket of
desolate ivy
leave none in store.
The truth to speak is passion,
enriched with something
quietly precious,
can you feel exhilaration
grow and soar?
@laurenm.hancock
(c) Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
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