Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: new life

  • Poem: The Language of the Birds – 06/02/20

    Poem: The Language of the Birds – 06/02/20

    Manipulative and depressed?
I’ve been assessed,
thank you to this deck of birds,
by my own hand, I’ve been able to determine,
that which the world may think of me.

Selfish and unkind is perhaps how I am perceived,
because of the manner in which I composed my words,
expounded my poetry.
Through depression, through illness and anger and tribulation,
that is what has come about.
 
I cannot dream of anything other than spurting forth what is within me,
to censor, to flag myself,
it is an indelicate picture.
 
Though, of course, some writings must be withheld,
but understand, with wellness,
my true being returns,
my flames riding the curve of my back.
 
And beneath the crescent moon which waxes and emits 
a necessity for persistence and change,
I will preen myself of any loose ends that don’t need to be there,
the challenge is not removing the flames which are unrequired,
in fact, damn it all, I’ll engulf myself,
you know this firebird will never truly expire.  

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  • Poem: Coulda, Woulda, Should – 12/11/19

    Poem: Coulda, Woulda, Should – 12/11/19

     As I sit upon that mountain top
     of coulda, woulda, should, 
     I wonder to myself what would happen
     if I actually would with my actions do. 
      
     The methods of my madness,
     the truth among the omission of lies,
     my projected sense of attitude
     determined to succeed before
     all sets of eyes.

     Where the observers sit awaiting,
     watching carefully as I traverse the
     steps in my life where 
     I should have been filled 
     with embarrassment and regret.
      
     The moments where I could have wished 
     to have wiped clean the visions and those times
     but the truth is I don’t want to wipe them away,
     they are history,
     they are part of what made me 
     here and who I am today.
      
     Without such experiences 
     who would have known whether I’d have
     travelled down a differing though 
     similar path and be worse off in my 
     current version of today?
      
     Best to work with what I know, 
     And cherish the way my life has turned out
     upon this promising open path.

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

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