Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
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 [...]
A gift from me to you, I dotingly extend, the ability to treasure what’s within your hands. The foreign heart you so clutch, delicately, with great trust, which you have been entrusted to care for with strength and deep love. Who are you caressing with the clutched palms together? I cannot tell, perhaps [...]
