"TIME FOR CHANGE"(c) 2022 by Lauren M. Hancock it’s time to change,to embrace love and life,there is nothing I would erase;each moment and breatha welcome momentor an opportunity to learnto grow and accept the phase.Time and time againI found myself on the plane of existencewondering when would Life listen, with herpinpricked ears would she discern [...]
Month: March 2022
reflection: sadness and awakening – 29/03/22
On this path of awakening, sometimes sadness overwhelms me. Today, I spent mostly in bed, sleeping away the misery. I have stagnated, all energies no longer move forth, I snipe, I want to be heard, but in complaining, my head is then bitten off, my thoughts fail to unwind.
poem: ghost bride – 28/03/22
I sit here by this loom — Hand making, hand weaving fineries For our sort beneath the moon. It is quiet here, absent are those memories Which once took up space within my cranium, The mind of mine where thoughts permeated of you and I, Once alive, now we have died.
poem: cherished – 28/03/22
the magic of the Universe callsspiral patterns curlreminding us of grandma,mother and childthe lush serene natureof breathglows from Gaia’s glorious eyesenlivened spiritsexploring elvesglittering sprightly sprites.I am amazed by the clouded blue before meabove rainbows threaten to fallmagnificent oceans,raging and still, waitingfor the next wet treasure fromNature’s dripping eyesa blessing unto the animalsforest dwellersand rainforest homesdeserts [...]
poem: spellbound – 26/03/22
This is inspired by a prompt on Instagram called ‘Spellbound’ from @mlhmusings. The title alone inspired me to write this piece, which is admittedly very different from how the artworks would have guided me on their own. Title: 'Spellbound'By @laurenm.hancock ©I am spellbound by you, little darlin’,the little us which may never come to be,I [...]
poem: universal aura – 24/03/22
The universal white light surrounds me, an ethereal net, damp, floaty cloud so soft I bounce into, not against it… freeform, flow, billowy nature’s growth, it is like an extra being within the room, some giant, invisible, quietly huffing and puffing, he smiles as he cloaks my aura, now no longer a sunny yellow disposition, but made into a vagrant’s imposition…
poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22
the standard rhythmic drum won’t work anymore, it’s not fitting to pound to the spuldr of another’s heart, no when you alone know where to recommence – life truly is art.
poem: magic – 23/03/22
dousing the crystals with illustrious mayhem the tainted air of dragon’s breath, poison, enlightening myself to the treasures of the planet, the powers deep within me,
poem: centring – 22/03/22
allowing her green centre to ache and heave breaths inert and then heavier cast bronze statue of sin elaborate not on the mishaps nor the immoralities untoward but feast upon the irreverence which rusts not that bronze but iron ore.
poem: spiritual beauty, soft melody – 22/03/22
the dance the flautist sweetly breezes her melody, I can barely hold myself together that breath which creates wonder not an insolent din, fires once raged and sins were born but hell hath no current feature, gone, perpetually, is that scorn!
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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