Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: creaetive writing

  • Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    Poem: Change – 24/11/20

    The times are changing, my dear friends,
    my heart is no longer in tatters,
    I don’t need to make amends,
    I have said what I’ve said,
    and in rebuke another spoke their own words,
    allow us to simply remain separate and ponder,
    there’s no need to hiss nor attend
    any longer.

    There is so much time but so little in fact,
    we must take hold of our world,
    I can throw my arms wide open
    and shine, be free,
    so many future tales yet to tell,
    I won’t shrink like a violet,
    I’ll growl, I’ll bombastically yell.

    Arm in arm, a friend and I tell stories,
    daily we share our thoughts,
    there for support and friendship
    especially so when things fell apart,
    I know so,
    that she will always have a place within
    my heart.

    Others too, even those who chose to depart,
    memories held onto
    with firm, powerful charm,
    I will recall them,
    I will remember certain moments,
    times of happiness and joy,
    but I will wave them aside in my mind,
    because goodbye was fitting,
    they weren’t meant to stay.

    So, my dear friends,
    I am existing and I am enjoying,
    I am living, and I am seeing,
    I am powering on,
    I am taking time to bask,
    and not being forced to answer every question
    that has been asked.

    Stay, stay,
    I used to call,
    believe in yourself and live, I now tell myself.  

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  • Poem: Relocation – 30/07/20

    Poem: Relocation – 30/07/20

    Sometimes it’s positive to relocate,
a subtle change of scene,
a change of pace,
being stagnant,
stuck in the same room, same world
for so long,
it can drive me around the bend,
four walls enclosing on me because
 
they can do so with
the slipperiest of ease,
despite my view from above,
the wondrous blue sky,
down below, quaint houses and greenery,
 
I need an alteration at times,
stitch stitch stitch
a change of colour,
won’t you permit this
on my threaded line?
 
So, I move outside,
settle myself into place,
hear the soaring birds in their flocks,
as my heart begins to race.
 
I’ve not been outside in so long,
breathing stale air unknowingly,
my own carbon dioxide from my own body,
slowly poisoning me as I tried to breathe.
 
It’s ironic, isn’t it,
that while I dredged sorrows while
trying to expel to become free,
I essentially was breathing my very own poison,
while typing it all out also so freely.
 
But now that I am outside,
the sun permits her joyful gaze,
upon me I feel her love,
her warmth
all around me
because
 
sometimes a change of pace is what is required,
a change of scenery, more like,
I absorb the wonderful ambience out here,
and know, that of my mindset,
I have altered it in a means that’s wanted,
desired,
from this new world,
I feel its love.

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