
The silence greets me. The questions which I have uttered are left lingering, their syllables carelessly thrown to the wind. It’s not a struggle to have let them go, in fact, they’re a release, a moment of crisis, a catharsis, and I know, I know, that not every utterance should be an emancipation, but lately, most have been. What is wanted, what is required? Being a poet, I can be selfish, if I decide, of needs and desires I need not necessarily deliver. I can humour myself and my needs alone, indulgent word fantasies like thickets grown. But then, where would I be, with no audience to breathe with, to greet? No more morning sparkles and shine, their visits revealing notifications, understandings that I’ve created something that’s cast a modest net, caused an effect. Because when I link with my readers, it’s the most wonderful feeling, my mission has been successful, I’ve helped them enter my realm, how ever grateful am I for their presence and careful scanning eyes, your presence encourages me to continue detailing my pain and paradise. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by Jorge Guillen from Pixabay
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Ah, to linger among the field of daisy’s…..
DMW Hancock
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Because when I link with my readers,
it’s the most wonderful feeling,
my mission has been successful,
I’ve helped them enter my realm,
Yes. And so well expressed……
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It is so amazing when it happens!
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