Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Cherry blossoms in Acacia Street, a feast for the eyes, a scene so replete, petals dance while we’re healing Inside. Pink petals float, beautiful be they, a wistful smile upon my lips as memories fly by. So many unique people met on the path, these cobblestones, where we sat on the park benches, [...]
On the surface of a scarlet lake are dreams and nightmares cast aside, laid to waste. None have the desire to peruse or recollect, the enmity of these experiences, why, no one wants to look back. The moments of the night wander in a shimmer, upon a crystalline surface, like oil mixed with water, [...]
Warm sentiments expressed, heartfelt touches extended, the joy within almost palpable, understanding we are blessed. The other sits opposite, a smile within their eyes, warm glints to be absorbed, and I wonder, is this what I’ve been searching for in my life? A nuance here and there, in softly spoken words, uttered in [...]
Angels come and angels go but they’re always watching down upon us. They carefully observe, they take care of us, ever present, although distance may be a factor. Their wings caress, though invisible they may be to the naked human eye they are there, and the angels’ hearts for us, beat freely. [...]
A gift from me to you, I dotingly extend, the ability to treasure what’s within your hands. The foreign heart you so clutch, delicately, with great trust, which you have been entrusted to care for with strength and deep love. Who are you caressing with the clutched palms together? I cannot tell, perhaps [...]
When words won’t speak, colours do, vibrant splashes, moody shadows, emotive characters, abstract patterns. When I cannot find the right letters, or when I simply stutter, I bring forth emotional therapy, brilliant shades bleeding with highlights or slices of calming, iridescent colour. Sometimes nothing lyrical comes out, and I’m left with a blank, [...]
The moth is drawn to the flame, curious though tentative he dances, he flits closer, the heat scorches – away, away! Although his wing is singed he cannot cease his wondering, in his mind he feels he must continue to draw closer, nearer, until he’s sizzling in a second, both his wings in devastatingly [...]
