Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Gentle flower petal how beautifully you twirl, within the lake amidst my reflection that stares back, showing something that’s strangely unlike me, not precisely the same, but still heart strings are tugged, emotions swirl. Pink petal, pink petal, how fragrant you must have been before you were immersed in [...]
He hoards not objects, not physical implements but emotions, he caresses them, they express their feelings heard and meant. But he greedily takes these from others, swipe, snatch, grab, one hand carries the contents of another’s heavy heart, another carries pain and loathing in the other hand which seems it shan’t ever [...]
