Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
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 [...]
She sits there with paper at the ready wondering what it is that should keep herself busy, the beauty and wonder of creating a paper crane or a slick air-mobile to cut the air so precisely. The crane calls to her, the idea of it makes her heart flutter with hope, what is about formations in paper that can provide another being with the ability to broaden their emotional scope? [...]
Wildflowers aren’t only beautiful because they’re free, they beckon to us from between the blades of grass, thick trunks of trees, their scent permeates the fields, tickles our noses when we bend to admire, we must understand their beauty’s power. They are softer in texture than they look, just like many of us, who [...]
I glare at the splotches of raw colour in the mirror: one, two, three, four, more. An adolescent’s dreaded nightmare; immense, angry, welt-like, firm. They’re like curious mountains which have arisen overnight, swollen and painful, because I insist on irritating their surface though I know it’s not right, they flare, they throb [...]
Delicate wattle buds hanging preciously in the air, framed by their yawning captor who, with great regiment keeps them together. The picturesque scene a corner-bound introvert’s dream, stems forcefully held in Captor’s cavity, like binding a spell, there is intention, this method has been carefully crafted. While one may initially joyfully glance upon [...]
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 [...]
