Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: November 2020

  • Poem: Together – 27/11/20

    Poem: Together – 27/11/20

    Joyous moments, so precious becomes,
    the stars, the stars, fall as though little dying suns.

    I know, I know,
    it’s been troublesome to make it through,
    but goodness sakes I’ve done so with truth.

    Looking forward to the future but settling in,
    enjoying present moments
    with my dearest kin,
    we smile and chat,
    we’ve been apart for so long,
    we are loved by one another 
    and being together shows how much 
    we get along.

    I am mesmerised by our fluidity,
    how easily we meld together as a whole,
    a type of anonymity,
    and now, 
    oh now,
    we will celebrate our togetherness wholeheartedly,
    there are only smiles, no frowns.
    love eternally abounds.

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  • Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    Poem: Beauty of the Sun – 26/11/20

    We can never truly gaze
    into the beauty of the sun,
    we can only bask,
    feel the delight of her warmth,
    I can feel her reverberation,
    her heart song.

    Why, a little bird once told me
    that the measure of youth
    is to capture those memories,
    sift through them,
    and seal them tight with Truth.

    I used to gaze into the beauty of the sun,
    I felt myself burning within,
    there’s so much to fight for,
    but all I’ll do is relax, rest my chin on my hand
    and grin.

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  • Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    The times are changing, my dear friends,
    my heart is no longer in tatters,
    I don’t need to make amends,
    I have said what I’ve said,
    and in rebuke another spoke their own words,
    allow us to simply remain separate and ponder,
    there’s no need to hiss nor attend
    any longer.

    There is so much time but so little in fact,
    we must take hold of our world,
    I can throw my arms wide open
    and shine, be free,
    so many future tales yet to tell,
    I won’t shrink like a violet,
    I’ll growl, I’ll bombastically yell.

    Arm in arm, a friend and I tell stories,
    daily we share our thoughts,
    there for support and friendship
    especially so when things fell apart,
    I know so,
    that she will always have a place within
    my heart.

    Others too, even those who chose to depart,
    memories held onto
    with firm, powerful charm,
    I will recall them,
    I will remember certain moments,
    times of happiness and joy,
    but I will wave them aside in my mind,
    because goodbye was fitting,
    they weren’t meant to stay.

    So, my dear friends,
    I am existing and I am enjoying,
    I am living, and I am seeing,
    I am powering on,
    I am taking time to bask,
    and not being forced to answer every question
    that has been asked.

    Stay, stay,
    I used to call,
    believe in yourself and live, I now tell myself.  

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  • Poem: The Butterfly – 19/11/20

    Poem: The Butterfly – 19/11/20

    The butterfly, with her wings so wide,
    carries no weight of the world upon her mind.
    She is here for but the blink of a moment,
    her beauty is there, she shows it,
    and within our hearts,
    we observe her growing love for her wandering times. 

    She does not know the shortness of her lifespan,
    maybe she does and does not show it to us,
    the common woman or man,
    she just flits here and there,
    carefree, without concern,
    she’s here, she’s there,
    with such grace and flair,
    love for her beautiful world,
    she careens about without a care.

    For her, things aren’t complicated,
    it’s all about the flight,
    the joy,
    upon the wind, the ride,
    and her amazement at seeing,
    feeling,
    something so freeing upon the horizon.

    She is delicate but so too is she strong,
    understand that first impressions aren’t 
    necessarily wholesome truth,
    within she is flamboyant,
    you dared assumed otherwise?
    You were entirely wrong. 

    She has blessed your world with her presence,
    danced about within your vision,
    brightened your world if but for a moment,
    my darlings,
    remember her,
    her heart and intentions are potent.

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  • Poem: Spells – (The Last) – 17/11/20

    Poem: Spells – (The Last) – 17/11/20

    My words became spells again,
    my words they wove their magic,
    the images proved so sincere,
    yet tired they became,
    the end:
    so tragic.

    I sewed the moments one by one,
    delved in and out the topics,
    recreated potency handfuls by handfuls,
    the result:
    confusion of moments.

    The truth of the matter is
    perhaps the words were not right,
    misinterpretations outdoors
    flew high into the sky.

    Anomalies present from whatever one might
    want to know,
    lay your head upon that grass,
    rest there gently,
    I’ll watch the subtle growth.

    Time can tell certain things,
    many different things,
    nearby blossoms absorb the moments
    in which they breathe the sounds
    with ease.

    They take on the subtle intricacies,
    borne as silent witnesses,
    voices raised in dire frustration,
    won’t the scents calm them
    along the breeze?

    But will they be subdued,
    relax themselves?
    Unravel the tapestry,
    work it all out?
    I think those others eavesdropping can
    quite obviously tell.

    My words once were magic,
    to others they became spells again,
    I wove them,
    and I weave them,
    and I let others carefully attend to them.

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  • Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    I wander,
    the fields are blooming with colour,
    they’re illustrious, I’ve heard of them from afar,
    they have been calling from yonder.

    Their brightness is healing,
    I feel their hues trickle into my soul,
    my spirit enlivens,
    there are some things I don’t need
    to tell.

    Let the quietness be permitted,
    the expressions be subdued,
    at least from a visual standpoint,
    between the winding hills and the
    babbling brook.

    I don’t know what is more potent,
    the past or the present,
    but I hope to know,
    I hope to learn of them.

    And so, I rise from the shallows
    that kept me in their midst,
    the liquid that was constricting,
    no matter how little there was of it,
    and allow me now to flow,
    in the river that breathes and goes,
    the flowers to the side,
    they know,
    they know.

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  • Poem: Toward – 12/11/20

    Poem: Toward – 12/11/20

    Another chapter,
    yet one and the same?
    Different rules, different circumstances,
    differing frames.

    It feels odd to walk a path
    in an alternate manner,
    I’m here and now,
    watch me flower.

    The sadness is gone,
    but confusion can reign,
    I will not allow it,
    I hear someone cautiously call my name.

    Because there are set parameters,
    at least they exist in my mind,
    I must be careful to let them
    remain in place,
    lest they fuel like petrol on flame in time.

    I’m walking forward,
    I can develop on my own,
    I must continue this growth because
    it’s important to set in stone.

    I am finding a path again,
    I am moving, moving onward,
    and if those in my life would like
    to join me,
    then onward,
    onward,
    closer,
    to the goals,
    toward.

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  • Poem: Bright Stars – 07/11/20

    Poem: Bright Stars – 07/11/20

    Bright stars shine in my eyes,
    I soak them in like they’re available to take for all mine,
    to pluck at them and stow away into my hidden spaces,
    into the cracks and tears that have been left by the decisions
    that I thought wouldn’t result in this,
    where time is the only cure.

    I’ve never been here before,
    beneath this sea of sparkle that
    encompasses and revolutionises
    my mind and memories,
    I wonder what to do with them,
    should I be without them all?
    So used to company by my side and now,
    replaced by ghostly air because of my doing,
    truth in truth,
    all in all,
    an undoing.

    At least I have the stars to sparkle and shine for me,
    at least I have their light to guide me,
    perhaps I can shine brighter than them,
    after all,
    they are dying or already dead.

    I still have my glisten. It’s just hidden beneath my layers.
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  • Poem: It Enlivens Me – 05/11/20

    Poem: It Enlivens Me – 05/11/20

    The colours brighten me,
    they take over my soul,
    they enliven,
    they heighten,
    they create a somewhat free-for-all.

    In my heart, which I’ll tame one day,
    when it is the time to blatantly shine,
    I caress memories and emotions borne of
    still-bated breath,
    I know they’ll surface soon,
    and that’s completely fine.

    The colour of the day is my favourite,
    it emboldens me,
    brings a spring to my step,

    wearing it, I feel girlish,
    and bright and bubbly,
    there are no more signs of outward duress.

    I cloak myself in my protective garb,
    because this is what makes me feel stronger,
    less saddened, emboldened,
    at large,

    my heart, still untamed,
    is presently screaming,
    multiple voices all
    one and the same,
    let us talk without hurtful candour,
    let us be kind at heart.

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  • Poem: Confusion – 04/11/20

    Poem: Confusion – 04/11/20

    There’s no confusion in the motions,
    they’re deft and sure and clean,
    but there’s confusion in the aftermath,
    I don’t want to be seen as someone
    I shouldn’t be.

    There’s power in the words,
    the murmured tones from up above,
    there’s something lingering there, you know,
    and it’ll come forth one day,
    when push comes to shove.

    The answers will press themselves
    into my face,
    no need to fight away from the crowd,
    I won’t need to ignore their presence,
    I can sense them already now.

    I cannot help but wonder:
    am I doing the wrong thing?
    Times that felt right in the moment
    project a sense of followed guilty feeling.

    It is true that I should withhold
    when something inside propels me to
    sing and dance?

    I wonder to myself,
    I wonder:
    should this time be the last?
    (30/10/20)

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