This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .Title: I See Youby Lauren M. HancockI saw You and understood your spiritbefore I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’in fact, I’d never even perceivedyour name with [...]
I sit here by this loom — Hand making, hand weaving fineries For our sort beneath the moon. It is quiet here, absent are those memories Which once took up space within my cranium, The mind of mine where thoughts permeated of you and I, Once alive, now we have died.
the standard rhythmic drum won’t work anymore, it’s not fitting to pound to the spuldr of another’s heart, no when you alone know where to recommence – life truly is art.
the dance the flautist sweetly breezes her melody, I can barely hold myself together that breath which creates wonder not an insolent din, fires once raged and sins were born but hell hath no current feature, gone, perpetually, is that scorn!
Multifaceted and colours of the spectrum, a man romantic, with heart pounding for his love, eternal, to return to him again, their binding shade, deep violet, wondrous spiritual shade.
Thank you so much to my good friend and fellow Melbourne creative, Braeden Kennedy (@bak_doodlin_again on Instagram) for drawing this amazing piece of art for me to set a poem to.
I explored @artsinmaroondah exhibition at Maroondah Federation Estate today and found this beautiful piece, "Poise and Pride". Here is my poetic response to the talented, beautiful, and wonderful soul, Hsin Lin's, "Poise and Pride" @helloinnerpeace.
astounding though the matter be,at least I can still think, breathe, sigh and seenot many people can say thisand not many can attendto this tiresome irksome being stuck insidemy headshe is me a part of methe opportunistic thoughts of mewhen I’m scrambling for power then I need toconvalescebecome redundant therethat side of the world, I [...]
nurturing the wonder within though feeling the danger in the abdomen the fleshy goodness the soft decision the wondering the knowing what’s right for myself or them I don’t know how to express these thoughts without knowing knowing that there was an urge but its peeled away now as though designed by trial [...]
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