I don’t feel like writing, no inspiration to scribe, my subconscious thoughts once delirium, no vacuous, I want to hide, to burrow my thoughts beneath the doona, my sheets, embarrassed, uninspired, where have you gone, Poetic Dreams? [...]
I sit with eyes upon the fire Incandescent Glowering hour Revealing to me Curls and flickers Reminds me of your internal power.
Nothing to be depressed about, so positive, so joyous – so free, encumbered paths we could say but ecstatic I choose to be, it’s about which side to view and walk alongside Life, I could pinpoint, acknowledge, tiny points of strife, elaborate, with magnitude, some attitude filled with, rife, with annoyance, with irritation, or feelings of ‘discrimination’. [...]
Tempt the temptress, her former lucid life, where round and about the memories her behaviour once was rife, and haunting her, within her sheets is music sounding on repeat, that jingle jangle, emotive, replete, hanging on the edge, fumbled footsteps on a road so steep, into history these words shall keep. Taunt not the woman for being dumb- founded by the options before her, numb, was she, her vision pure, or so it seemed, far less than demure. [...]
White hot memory sears within, anointed scars invisible yet protruding, baring all that could be seen whilst disguising what’s most precious to me. A walking conundrum, I want to be viewed but not open for judgement or to be perused. [...]ted and done, one and three, lucky thirteen, has it be so very long? Choices made do not matter, it was a different life, no one’s going to be affected anymore, but me, tarred reputation need not matter; I’ll never hear the sound of pitter-patter. Nowadays, I’m renewed, life path though somewhat directionless to some, I still achieve small tasks daily, becoming more, myself I’m learning to be amazed with, for compared the how crumbled I’d be as a total sum, it made me wish to sob, to cru, here I am, reigning triumphant, with a precious relationship between heart and mind, beating, pounding, ecstatic, for forward, tomorrow, this journey means everything. (12/08/21) Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
I lived a dream so raw, impure, and now it seems my path’s demure. Remaining chaste, living only for good, giving to the common man and woman like I know I should. Smiles all around, humble lips and ears, braggart not, enlightening my path as I resurrect it, [...]
Nestled in the womb of creation, perils face the existence of human civilisation; birthing much chaos and delirium, unknowingly, we settle in, unaware of what our future both promises and what it may bring, ever-open hands reach for warmth outside our hollows, to worldly next-of-kin. [...]
Wonder streams through gaps ‘tween trees, shrubbery welcomes gusty breeze, laughter twinkles above horizon seam, magic brightens eyes, I’ve no inclination to leave this scene. Hands entrust something precious ‘neath benevolent sun, heart pounds, mood ecstatic, forged bonds, yes! Cries of yes affirms tearful nods. [...]
Haunted are her eyes above a winsome smile, wistful character is she, hoping for more in a while. Fallen by the wayside, all her trickery, her witchery, her cosmetics, her haberdashery. By goodness what is told beneath those furrowed brows? Heavy times envisaged, poignant moments told, she loves to flicker her eyes from the land to the sea, a calming peacefulness takes over she. [...]
Orchids wilt in the hot room. It is summer here, outside, a belligerent winter with a dying, poorly Moon. They have thrown themselves from their stakes. Stakes which were there to provide safety, protection, backboned projections. [...]