Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Time spent, time passed, overlooking the trickling hourglass. Many years have been told, my stories of old, projected through this object. Each grain of sand a moment, an event, or emotion captured in time, treasuring my history, whether it be beautiful, depressive, riddled with angst, or shining exceptionally bright. When I [...]
Freedom, didn’t we all take it for granted? The ability to walk with friends in the park, to sit on the bench with others, or crouch by the pond feeding curious ducks. Our ability to visit loved ones, friends, family, separated we had become. The isolation felt so strange, the family dog could [...]
Fingertips against the wall, pressing, gouging, wanting to get through, but no way out. I am aghast at this imprisonment – four walls slowly caving in. Like impending doom, they inch in all around, closer and closer, it’s growing difficult to breathe. Why this state of insanity? Am I deserving of its encroachment? [...]
Cherry blossoms in Acacia Street, a feast for the eyes, a scene so replete, petals dance while we’re healing Inside. Pink petals float, beautiful be they, a wistful smile upon my lips as memories fly by. So many unique people met on the path, these cobblestones, where we sat on the park benches, [...]
On the surface of a scarlet lake are dreams and nightmares cast aside, laid to waste. None have the desire to peruse or recollect, the enmity of these experiences, why, no one wants to look back. The moments of the night wander in a shimmer, upon a crystalline surface, like oil mixed with water, [...]
Warm sentiments expressed, heartfelt touches extended, the joy within almost palpable, understanding we are blessed. The other sits opposite, a smile within their eyes, warm glints to be absorbed, and I wonder, is this what I’ve been searching for in my life? A nuance here and there, in softly spoken words, uttered in [...]
Angels come and angels go but they’re always watching down upon us. They carefully observe, they take care of us, ever present, although distance may be a factor. Their wings caress, though invisible they may be to the naked human eye they are there, and the angels’ hearts for us, beat freely. [...]
The brightness of the page, glaring in my eyes, a plain lined sheet, a hopeful scene, a winking extreme. The sun shines down, beats down its warm caress, my pen drags along heated paper, pen from pen to pen. The etchings are made, the heavy handedness of my lyrics are forthcoming, and I [...]
The bright blue twinkles before me, the waves curl and roll with such pristine splendour. I prepare myself for the swell: my tiptoes dangle above the lapping at the shore, and I smile, I smile so widely that I want more, so much more, of the cooling caress which grips my extremities like refreshing, watered [...]
She walks a path undiscovered, at least until now, where peonies and sunflowers and daffodils all happily and prettily grow in rows. Her eyes take in the sights, famished of beauty they had become, but now greedily they feast upon the beauty right before them. She smiles quietly, succinctly, as though she holds [...]
