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  • Poem: Morning Walks – 30/07/21

    Poem: Morning Walks – 30/07/21

    Horizon stretches so far away
    early in the morning,
    sunlight drenches, beckons,
    welcoming with fingertips
    gentle and knowing,

    strokes of sunshine,
    pristine perfection,
    our hearts pound as
    upon the pavement
    our pattering feet move,
    reaching our goal,
    though it matters not so much now
    as the bonding time does,
    this is so very true.

    My eyes dance upon the
    scene before us,
    pathway, passing neighbours,
    fluffy companions,
    smiles or avoidance?

    Masks may hide greetings
    but they cannot shield the
    glimmer and shine within eyes,
    and while the present climate may have
    crushed some from wanting to
    pass our forms,
    we know they’re practicing safety
    and looking after us and themselves.

    Still, I can’t help but feel a
    brushing off sometimes,
    it’s okay,
    if they’re afraid,
    we know the drill.

    Sometimes we cannot smile,
    but inside our hearts are
    grateful for being allowed out,
    to laugh and chat with each other,
    discuss our troubles and blessings with
    one another.

    The occasional Good morning! or
    brightened set of eyes
    are something to look forward to,
    inside we know that eventually
    the fear within the hearts of others
    will fade away.

    These days,
    these days, it’s different,
    though, like before,
    with time,
    it will return to the same.

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by James Wheeler on Unsplash

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  • Poem: Rows of Rosies – 26/07/21

    Poem: Rows of Rosies – 26/07/21

    Rows and rows of rosies,
    we bend and sniff,
    achoo,
    we’ve more to fear these days
    than an ancient dreaded plague or flu,

    we link arms,
    ring-a-rosies,
    we hold each other tight,
    we’re here for all
    through thick and thin,
    through harsh morn’ scratchings
    and eerie dead of night.

    The home becomes a zone
    where no fresh soul shall pass,
    each contagion has already been
    unknowingly passed.

    Families isolate,
    quarantine with hope,
    watching loved ones repair themselves,
    immunity must grow,
    it’s the only option they must know.

    Recovery, or treatment
    when possible,
    required if ease of breath abates,
    this playtime of ring-a-rosies
    has been forgotten as of late,
     
    but still we all link arms,
    hold each other tight,
    spin, focus now, less our prior delight,
    for it is with determination,
    solidarity and fight,
    that we will win these battles,
    calm seeps into our nights.   

    © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Image by Kate Greenaway in ‘Mother Goose’, sourced from Wikimedia, use under Public Domain

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  • Poem: Speaking of Kindness… 14/09/20

    Poem: Speaking of Kindness… 14/09/20

    I can speak of kindness,
    of the heart,
    of warmth,
    of the joy of before, despite now,

    I can speak of closeness,
    of love,
    of holding hands while we’re all in rows,

    I can speak of courageousness,
    I can speak of strength,
    I can speak of resilience,

    I can speak of the potency of our inner charisma,
    of our undying self-knowledge.

    I understand that current times are heartbreaking,
    they are tough,
    they are causing pain and suffering to many,
    ongoing,

    and while I acknowledge this,
    I will encourage us to band together and become
    stronger than ever,

    to determine what we can do for one another,
    to give credence and hope
    to each other.

    To be able to place a hand upon another’s shoulder and say,
    “I understand what you’re going through,
    even though I may not have experienced it this day”

    the empathy will shine through like a light unto a
    previously-darkened tunnel,

    and if the recipient does not want the light,
    there is no problem,
    perhaps they’ll welcome it tomorrow.

    For we have become a little shy and inward
    during these times,
    afraid of reaching out to humankind,

    insular, toward ourselves,
    if we open up our hearts,
    we’ll feel the warmth of someone else.

    To share in what you have,
    to delight in sharing a few words with a passing stranger,
    to see the smile in one’s eyes above a mask as they pass,
    why, that is beauty in and of itself.

    The connection between human beings is more than ever
    important to people such as you and I,
    and we’ll feel the pain and suffering,
    ease, ease, ease,

    connections are ever so important,
    we must keep these linked,
    inextricably,

    because if we don’t have hands to hold,
    no one to lean upon each other,
    then who will we have if we start failing
    at harnessing our inner power?

    © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo credit: United Nations Covid-19 Response on Unsplash

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  • Poem: Stop This Madness – 07/07/20

    Poem: Stop This Madness – 07/07/20

    If you’ve been asked if you’ve
    a cold or a cough,
    and you answer in the
    negative,
    
    then you sit down
    and begin to wheeze,
    what are you doing here?
    Potentially putting 
    others' lives at risk.
    
    The medical receptionist,
    she looks mildly irritated,
    and highly concerned,
    at the fact that this cough could
    be an effect of that which
    we are all so fearful of.
    
    You’re making others edgy,
    I know I’m sitting here anxious,
    wondering whose air is
    fleetingly expiring:
    are your particles contagious?
    
    We are in a pandemic,
    you’ve been exposed to
    screening questions,
    here I sit,
    upset,
    because the coughing just
    will not cease.
     
    Other patients
    begin to grumble,
    I can hear the disapproval
    in their tones,
     
    though I cannot discern
    their words clearly,
    I know they’re wondering why
    a tele-health appointment
    wasn’t arranged,
    why the offending splutterer
    did not stay at home.
     
    I know that we all have a right
    to be seen to
    when we are unwell,
    but please,
    won’t you abide by the rules?
     
    I wish you the medical attention
    you require,
    but your presence
    could prove a risk to us all.
     
    I could sit here and
    ignore the noises,
    not allow them to make me
    glance over
    my shoulder with irritation,
     
    because I care for my health,
    and others too,
    I wouldn’t attend the clinic
    if I had a persistent cough,
    and I hoped that neither would you.
     
    Please stay safe,
    and allow others to remain so, too.
    
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    Photo by Glen Carrie on Unsplash

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