Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Visions beam, no visions blurred, enchanting be thy presence, welcome, my essence yours, entitled though the path once it might have seemed, bewilderment now as far as breath can be heaved. Pounding, irreverent, knocking at my door, ask permission? I insist you implore, wondering yet not at the soft curls upon my head, cascading down gentle curvatures, have I made my tired bed? [...]
Nothing to be depressed about, so positive, so joyous – so free, encumbered paths we could say but ecstatic I choose to be, it’s about which side to view and walk alongside Life, I could pinpoint, acknowledge, tiny points of strife, elaborate, with magnitude, some attitude filled with, rife, with annoyance, with irritation, or feelings of ‘discrimination’. [...]
Wonder streams through gaps ‘tween trees, shrubbery welcomes gusty breeze, laughter twinkles above horizon seam, magic brightens eyes, I’ve no inclination to leave this scene. Hands entrust something precious ‘neath benevolent sun, heart pounds, mood ecstatic, forged bonds, yes! Cries of yes affirms tearful nods. [...]
Haunted are her eyes above a winsome smile, wistful character is she, hoping for more in a while. Fallen by the wayside, all her trickery, her witchery, her cosmetics, her haberdashery. By goodness what is told beneath those furrowed brows? Heavy times envisaged, poignant moments told, she loves to flicker her eyes from the land to the sea, a calming peacefulness takes over she. [...]
Orchids wilt in the hot room. It is summer here, outside, a belligerent winter with a dying, poorly Moon. They have thrown themselves from their stakes. Stakes which were there to provide safety, protection, backboned projections. [...]
The fullness in my belly tells me how blessed I am to smile, to grin until cheeks ache, what madness, corners of lips will remain widow-peaked, I’m grateful for the satisfaction which comes from not being lonely and hollow, many yesterdays, potential tomorrows promised to be laden with such sorrow. [...]
Light and shade, I sweep the curtains shut, keeping creeping moody blues in mind, seems they’ll never stop. Heaving and breathing, huffing and a-puffing, affected am I this night, heathens nesting in the room from dawn until morning light. [...]
Offering who I am, affirming when I can, positivity leads me in open arms, genuine willing hands, they welcome me with hearts assured, love and circumstance, visions focussed, never blurred, shared life purposes, becoming more, a world of truth, so bright and pure. [...]
Calm and tranquil, peaceful and still, allow your mind to relax, impregnate itself with freedom and richness, we are filled, feel the vast mind-space multiply into pockets of light where we can project thoughts and generosities; our souls sing and ring with verbosity into the silky night. [...]
Elusive Sleep Sleep. How it escapes, evades my very fingertips. When I reach out, fingernails scrabbling, hoping for a hint of rest, my aching heavy lids are calling. I am in a state of unrest, my mind is anything but heightened, I need the numbness to wash over me, repair the intensity from the day prior. I need to rest, but, I cannot, I cannot will myself into a state of slumber. Sometimes I am stubborn and don’t wish for the darkened cover, for haven in darkness, dangling from consciousness’ precipice until the web is severed, and I’m beneath, in the lake of swimming nightmares with the rest of them. [...]
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