Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
The hummingbird buzzes quietly, She is home at last, Without the combative competitive bees Whispering in her ears Deafening her as closer and closer they come Because she is set to feed and sudden aggression Comes over her As she desires the delicious dining within the precious feeder She needs She requires She must collect [...]
Seek the beauty within their eyes, Their swollen pupils are quiet yet they speak with booming silence. When you view the allure between gentle palms, The softened skin strokes, Muscles unwind, A heavenly song. When you find the wonder within another’s truth When you can connect with their experiences feel their joyous nature [...]
Something shiny, something bright, she collects with her clutching fingers for an internal sense of delight. Like a bower bird yet not, tall, gangly, lean, her vigilant eyes dart for specific shades which will perfect that rainbow sheen which she’s placed upon her bedspread, laid out for her eyes to sumptuously absorb their [...]
There is so much beauty within our world, so much to garner, to pluck from our sweeping sight, to take into our soul, to enliven the spirit, to entwine the experience as ours and as well told. But when one internalises and despairs and experiences this aching bug which overwhelms, one wallows, and it [...]
Look at this view! It’s preposterous that it’s here, free for all to absorb with our hungering eyes that which is here, complimentary, an expanse that screams extraordinary, the water is deep azure blue, little fish can be seen beneath the surface, the sand nestles between my toes and nails, and I feel fantastic. [...]
Your eyes dart from left to right. Taking in the view, you know you appear confused. But, what does it matter? Appearances are nothing when you are alone, surrounded by no other living things. The forest appears to breathe though, with life it heaves and puffs, the life within these trees, this shrubbery, this undergrowth, [...]
Stardust, starlight and blossom so bright, A mention of colours I see tonight Be they bold, subdued, or delicate, or brutal, I see them; Internally, I can feel them. It is as though each colour has an emotion, I assign a meaning to each shade, each hue, Only I absorb their meanings, I can [...]
