Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
The garden’s greenery embraces me, wonder seen, euphoria breathed, chest heaving, visions to believe in, bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs, encroaching branches, to my life, they have been given. [...]
Living for the momentum and living for the dream, thoughts tossed, bruised and broken, living despite ill feeling. [...]
And here we are, oysters, with caressing shells, guarding our precious cargo, treasured which bloomed, prized is our interior, luminescent, pearlescent factors, created by us, we are magicians, view our splendour, sorcery, shall we slay the mirror? [...]
Green shoots press their way through compact heavy weight of rain-drenched soil, I watch them rise, peek through the surface, surprise! their ends seem to call, reach toward that sun drenching them, a morning of rich rays warming them, [...]
A visit from a cloudy vision, an entity benevolent and pure, [...]
My eyes digest the scene before me, taking in every minute detail. I cannot fathom what is greeting me, but my appreciation, it will never cease nor fail. The Universe has sent this beauty and perfection, I am delighted by the colours, so bright, surging are my emotions, I have all the time I need in this life, a moment of delightful contemplation. [...]
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 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. [...]
In winding tendrils of blonde and brunette, we wrap ourselves and smile as we get the feeling of warmth, the feeling of comfort, the fortifications of hearts well meant. The curls which cascade upon our backs, the heaviness and bounciness of waves heaven-sent, angelic are we, our knowing, [...]
Rolling waves in my mind pass by, sumptuous, decadent, tidal, in their own time, I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow of my thoughts travel singularly then as one, a conglomeration of multitudes, my will, coming along so beautifully, they could temporarily stun. This is my time, my springtime of my middle youth, where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture and I am taking in all I can [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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