Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Searching, seeking, waiting, As though pressed against a boulder by the shore, Awaiting a mere glimpse of a mermaid, Even a speckle of her tail, To prove her reality, that she truly exists. This mermaid shall not, Cannot be a myth. Waiting, Quietly tempted by the rolling water, Gentle yet unique in its miniature [...]
If only for a few hours, I felt stable, grounded, calmed. I could attribute it to absolutely nothing, or I could attribute to it to something new. Either way, there is significance in the repose I experience, a chance from the unquiet, the river that no longer runs untamed, the stream that moves [...]
I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. Her heartfelt poetry just sang and sang, like a robin whose eggs have presently been laid, a proud woman she is, I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. She sought the times when her heart ached, flowed, and ebbed, [...]
I feel as though I’m being peeled, exposed to the situation at hand. Is it deception? Was it an error? A method to expose, tease, and apprehend? I dislike lies, but perchance was she deceived in her own time, this little lady to the left? She wears sparkles upon her left hand; her life’s [...]
The feeling I get when attending is one of great unease. I have not been here for long, but my heart pitter-patters, fluttering in the breeze. Why am I so nervous? I used to attend and be present many, many times, a feeling of stupendous awakening? I’m unsure of this, though I’ll be brave [...]
I float above the surface, Like a piece of driftwood, an otter, a daring platypus, I rise to the challenge, God, you know I’m here listening for you like I should. I’ve risen to the moment, Where I can drift along the water, Towards the shore, Certain in myself that this path I’m undertaking [...]
I remember the scent by the hearth, where you and I laid that night. The sweet oil of ylang ylang permeating, Heavenly, unique. My heart, it beat wildly from your touch, there was nothing I wanted more, and as our feet entwined by flickering flames encased only by metal and heated glass, I wonder [...]
