Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Though the clouds are heavy with sadness,
    I look to them not with madness,
    but with joy, irreverent laughter
    and thrown wide open arms.

    Calling them,
    cajoling them,
    to gush forth with their tears
    so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings,
    jive away my encumbering fears.

    We won’t be held inside forever,
    we won’t be made to rot,
    we won’t be isolated, friends and extended family
    far from us,
    look to the future, misery it is not.

    When the clouds break into their grumblings,
    their downpour speaking of their expelled sufferings,
    I will stay washed all squeaky-clean in morning,
    falling, I view joyous watery callings.

    It’s all in the perspective, is it not?
    I view their drops with mirth,
    for I love to dance and I love to fly among
    the puddles made of liquified dirt.

    Optimism for our future,
    lockdown won’t last for life,
    embracing the spirit of the watery clouds,
    underneath the pitter-patter I feel so alive.

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  • Poem: Curled – 03/07/21

    Poem: Curled – 03/07/21

    I lay myself away
    to sleep,
    rug myself up,
    curled,
    not a single peep,
    and rock, rock as though
    I’m in need of solace myself
    for it’s not often
    in my world I feel
    the need to cry out
    for help.

    Yet tonight seems empty,
    lonesome though I am,
    I cannot drag myself
    to the phone,
    or to the other room,
    to open arms,
    welcoming heart and hands,
    no, quiet I am,
    here now without need to
    rest, for sleep,
    pining is my pulse’s melody
    for something, or someone
    less bitter, but sweet.

    How circumstance has
    allowed me to feel lost
    without shared voices,
    the constant need
    for chatter,
    for smiles,
    boisterous callings,
    giggles, confident loose laughter,
    bouts of sarcasm and bite,
    but only in good humour,
    voices peal into the night.

    And when the connection
    is broken,
    the silence, emptiness
    creeps into place,
    I’m not used to talking
    with a best friend
    without their face in my
    visual space,

    but the quietness now
    it unnerves me,
    I’m unused to my
    own company,
    suck it up, I tell myself,
    no need for gloom and misery.

    Solitude is not the best
    right now for me,
    I grab my knees close,
    rock furiously,
    mindlessly,
    keeping myself occupied,
    softly, knowingly,
    burdened by the deafening silence,
    all with saddening ease,
    loneliness flows from me.

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