#amwriting – Page 6 – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Poem: Window Shopper – 29/06/20

Unsupported in this insubstantial lace,
it is only here for the vision,
the sensation,
 
I may look ridiculous
but I’m performing my utmost to spice things up,
in a bid to improve your vision.
 
I wrap myself tightly,
thrusting hooks into greedy eyes,
I cinch myself into place, 
 
a glance into the mirror,
surreptitiously take a few pictures,
delicious, delicate attire destined
for lonesome retail hangers.

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June 29, 2020

Poem: Bring Forth the Sun; Negativity is Done – 25/06/20

Cast aside this negativity,
as though with a
magic wand!
Brand new
circumstances,
the air is clear
to breathe.
 
No more choking
on carbon,
soot impeding
our ability
to exist,
 
the dark clouds
have cleared,
this magic stick
has many
mighty pleased.
 
Why the need
for such sombre
tirades,
bitter self-reflection
on and on?
 
Now, we’re seeing
the sunshine
peeking through
curious, fluffy clouds
 
which beckon us,
which beckon me,
allow the positivity
to be warming,
felt,
and to be seen.
 
Like an embrace from
a dear, lost friend,
feel the heart within
my words,
as I wish you
all the best,
 
the clouds smile,
shift and wink.
 
Negativity has
no place in
the mornings
or evenings,
 
unless there’s
a specific
point to be
made, heard,
or seen.

Dreary days have gone,
dissipated 
into nothingness,

may we be ever-thankful
the mindset has changed, 
I know for this
I feel utterly blessed. 

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June 25, 2020

Poem: They Can Try – 23/06/20

Sometimes in this life,
you’ll come across
people who want to
bring you down.
 
To place you lower
than themselves,
denigrate,
control your voice,
mute your sound.
 
They may be able
to control within
a certain realm,
where cavalry
and royalty
exist where they live,
 
but they cannot
snatch the fight from you,
your opportunity
to present your facts,
to fervently express,
to succinctly speak.
 
Perhaps you’re unaccepted in
their built-up kingdom,
but the fact of the
matter is, 
I’m not sinking,
I don’t need saving.
 
Am I a pesky person
for sharing on and on
at length,
confessions in the form of
poetry,
blunt or flowery,
sometimes thicker than timber,
facts to be saved, learned or relived?
 
Is this a crime or sin?
 
I shan’t allow
the silencing to have
any ill effect,
 
if I’m not welcome,
I’m unwelcome,
an ironic fact this is.
 
I shall carry on,
carry on,
I don’t need to
share when words
are halted by others,
I’ll accept the apparent ruse,
 
and right the wrongs
by continuing to
share as I see fit,
I have my own space
for poetic compositions and tunes.

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