Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: mindfulness

  • Poem: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

    Poem: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

    To truly live in the moment,
    to take stock and simply breathe,
    enrich yourself in the present,
    feeling, being, see,
    understanding that being in the current,
    the here and now,
    to appreciate,
    that which is all around us,
    enough to encapsulate ourselves as of late.
    Knowing ourselves more and more
    which comes with time and growing sense of selves,
    being able to search our experiences and
    know what to seek out,
    to be happy with our discoveries,
    and not need to further delve,
    to be accomplished in our journeys,
    the ability to breathe within and exhale,
    to rid ourselves of stress and pain,
    relieving, an inner peace,
    something which will one day come with ease,
    time will surely tell.

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  • Poem: Neither High Nor Low – 27/09/20

    Poem: Neither High Nor Low – 27/09/20

    Plateaued.
    Neither high nor low this time.
    Simply existing as I lie here,
    my mind blank,
    strangely it is not a feeling that perturbs
    or is out of place.

    It’s just that the noise has stopped,
    the odd chatter that weaved in and out,
    through my mind as though as a slithering snake
    has calmed itself
    and I am here,
    at one,
    with the quietness,
    the peace,
    the solitude.

    Even intruding noise pales in comparison
    to the stillness,
    I seem so far away from it,
    it’s as though there’s no link from my auditory
    path to it.

    Like I have wiped away that connection,
    I am dumbfounded in mind and soul,
    and it’s not something that needs deflecting from,
    for I am welcoming these sensations
    which lack in their own.

    Neither high nor low is my mood.
    I am not raging, I am not frustrated,
    I am not elated.
    No, no.

    I am presently a blank canvas,
    waiting for an artist like myself
    to splatter me with my own colours,
    my own schema,
    my own shades from my palette,
    and why, there are many,
    wouldn’t you know it?

    Though, there’s no need for any bright tones,
    there is beauty in the unfinished,
    the white rectangle I am present as
    is surprisingly perfect,
    a wanted moment,
    a feast for the eyes,
    for if I imagine my own scene,
    my own painting,
    I can alter myself,
    in a way of doing so,
    everything,
    I appreciate the freedom
    of the mental creation I can see and breathe.

    Neither high nor low
    is how I am,
    not rushing toward the finishing line,
    neither despairing because
    I have not reached it in time.

    I will create if I feel like it,
    but for now,
    a sudden newfound static in my head is
    utterly welcoming.

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