Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Reach and Repair Us – 23/12/19

    Poem: Reach and Repair Us – 23/12/19

     I reach into the depths of myself
 and pluck that certain something which makes me Me,
 beneath the surface I am swimming,
 searching for something that signifies, 
 which best expresses my essence.
  
 Is it that particular pitch of 
 laughter which resonates within you?
 That characteristic flick of 
 hair out of my eyes
 because I needed that haircut months prior?

 Or my grasping onto your arm,
 oh, how I needed the support from you,
 when crumbling and falling apart
 you were there. 
  
 Darling, we have patched ourselves so hastily,
 from broken and battered to healed with wefts
 and super human glue –
 Tarzan would be proud –
  
 Of our issues we seem to have 
 tentatively repaired,
 it’s no longer you and I 
 but us together, 
 an entwined pair again at last. 
  
 In pulling myself apart,
 in making myself experience discomfort,
 in making me try to bring forth that 
 which had become hidden,
 I knew I must draw myself forth,
 melt away the layers of my hesitant heart,
 for the good of ourselves,
 to fix what had come undone.

 But, the rusty handle of the gate 
 had been squeaking,
 begging to be oiled.  
  
 I attend to it lovingly, 
 with my brightened laughter and smiles, 
 you observe my work while you 
 attended to the rusted hinges.
 
 Then, perfection: 
 the gate is salvaged, 
 it no longer sings,
 though, it glides,
 view the beauty and smoothness it casts
 upon new memories now created 
 by the hearthside. 
  
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Swing High, Sweetheart – 06/12/19

    Poem: Swing High, Sweetheart – 06/12/19


     We swing high and swing low,
     exhilarating heights, devastating falls.
     Because what occurs where we 
     play nice and then with fire? 
     Our hearts are entwined, 
     we are lost in rapture. 
      
     Our love may seem innocent and sweet
     like child’s play,
     rising high and dipping low,
     smiling adoration. 
      
     Yet painfully we part from one another,
     the very next day in each other’s company.
     There is little to see but dedication
     from our severed scene.
      
     Rising high then bop,
     falling down and thump,
     it’s like a never-ending cycle 
     where we can’t decide
     who is the propellant and who is the flame? 
      
     I surmise I would be the antagonist,
     it’s just how I am,
     the flame, 
     the one to catch the stirring propellant
     is you, 
     one and the same. 
      
     We can fall apart as many times as we like,
     But in the end, we always conjoin. 

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

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