Umbilical cord

Umbilical cord

A Poem by m.s.early

the dial feverishly, generously takes my finger with the spiral
the number has been known by heart for weeks now
the nervous ring
one then two then three until hello's relief
it's umbilical cord coils in knots beneath the bedroom door

© 2021 m.s.early


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why do we feel such panic...our mind takes us instantly to that dark place ...Ive always wonder why the first thought isnt...oh, it must be life. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


m.s.early

3 Years Ago

Thanks queenie... Nice to have you back

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Added on February 26, 2021
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