Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • poem: rainbow tears

    poem: rainbow tears

    rainbow tears stream from crystal eyes
    the making, the madness,
    of where I’m 
    wonderful and wise
    then empty and sad 
    these colours are thus grey
    but rainbow tears of happiness 
    can still linger for another day. 

    the different moods, different faces which 
    spring forth from within
    I now embrace them 
    I welcome them
    I allow them to be seen 
    because it is in moments of darkness
    of dejection and bleakness 
    that my rainbow tears give themselves away
    they are in comparison to my shadows 
    in which bitterness or negativity 
    can themselves truly lay.

    rainbow tears may stream down my face
    my cheeks trailing with colourful paths 
    so brightly placed
    but their shades are so welcome
    a mixture of hope, sadness and soul,
    of joy and reverence
    to me these tears shall share what the 
    world needs to know,
    what tales should be revealed and cast
    no longer best kept close to the soul.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

    Image from Pexels.

    This poem was inspired by a prompt by @soulful_poetry_from_the_heart on Instagram, and the prompt I chose was “Rainbow tears”. Thank you to Hiya for her prompts. Please visit her Instagram for her beautiful, evocative poetry. 🙂
    and please visit my Instagram @laurenm.hancock if you’d like to see more of my poetry and my past artworks and more.

  • Poem: Good Tidings – 23/07/20

    Poem: Good Tidings – 23/07/20

    Good tidings from myself to you,
I wish you the very best, for all to be well,
because I see the hurt in your eyes,
I view the sorrow
within your words,
I feel your heaving chest,
wracked cries.
 
You speak of the brokenness,
you detail existential pain, despair, and hopelessness,
your expressions are potent,
they are sheer melodies,
songs so brilliant,
they bring me into your world,
I bring myself further into yours,
you’ve breathed life, despite your depression,
into mine, and theirs,
your calligraphy formed from up above.
 
Your revelations,
your keen overexposure without fearing,
without caring for potential consequences,
why, what are they? Who would dare think them?
Like me, you bare your soul to be seen.
 
A pair of birds spreading their wings,
light and dark,
but with shades of in-between,
we mesmerise, you stun, I daze,
our feathers spread impressively,
we take flight,
some don’t wish for this,
fearing tales are set to leave,
our inability to continue to amaze.
 
But, we’re merely rising higher,
seeking inspiration,
I am a peaceful dove,
and my fellow raven is not so far behind me,
but then he falls away,
he prefers to remain, remain,
his caw-cawing is personal, insightful,
his deliverance -
it's himself, 
he's the one he saves.  

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

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  • Poem: Crashing Waves – 03/10/19

    Poem: Crashing Waves – 03/10/19

     The waves hurl themselves onto the rocky shore
     As though on a suicide mission
     I wonder what it would be like to feel those jagged edges biting me
     Protruding through the breaking waves
     Their strangled sounds strangely comfort me.
      
     I dare to reach forth
     One step at a time
     A momentous awakening has come about this healing time.
      
     And like how I come to the sand for serenity and to show respect,
     myself, I blossom inside
     feeling and breathing good health.

     the racing thoughts in my mind
     the strange understandings still in place
     will eventually be wiped away
     replaced with thoughts more socially acceptable and commonplace.
      
     But I will not lose my vigour nor my ardour 
     Learning more of discovery, healing and self-respect
     The waves continue to crash
     My eyes divert from the scene as they capture human movement
     Ah, there he is: 
     I almost thought he wouldn’t make it.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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