Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21

    Poem: the swaying violinist – 17/12/21


    as I sit by the fireplace I wonder,
    what is the occasion we are all searching for?
    the virtuosic line of violin sweeping the pavement and
    rising with dear dear sentiment
    vibrato so wide and with dissent with disapproval
    the other turns down his smile and walks away
    he does not like this piece
    this celebration of mine
    a joyous showiness filled with mirth and grins and sways and swings
    trip-lett-ing –
    flautando then glissing
     
    falling falling for him as he walks from my view
    this mistake this mistake I’m putting myself through
    but it’s fine, it’s permissible, to fall for the wrong man
    for at times we can wine and dine ourselves with our
    superficial charms and demands

    up in arms are we when he and I waltz together
    myself him and that violin we are tiptoeing
    we are prance-footing
    to the beat to the beat which is spread with the most ravenous of ease,
    to please the soloist we must make amends
    and allow for its treatment to be stretched
    it’s a show, you see,
    and he must turn and face me.
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  • Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    excited parallel universe
    where our motives selfishly meant
    were never truly met
    but in our beings we felt
    those irrevocable dents start to mend
    or were they beginning to spread?
    hard to decipher, the sensations felt

    young crushes soft passions
    gentle touches
    flushed complexions
    rough grabs forced giggles
    becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge
    to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being
    right for him

    always that alteration for them
    never for me
    projection
    motivations incorrect
    feelings, felt
    triumph
    theirs, mine?
    I’m not certain
    though during the time,
    a certain type of divine victory —
    in that moment, they, he, whomever,
    were mine.

    the chameleon-like transformation,
    the desire rising and gaining
    and now
    the self-annihilation:
    who am I really
    when I’m being something falsified for another?

    playing these games all well and good
    but for some time
    losing sight of my inner flowers
    blossoms growing stagnant
    fragrance now putrid and pungent.
    for the scent of desperation and
    conformed coercion
    was, well,
    so wrong.

    and now I’m older
    I won’t allow this again for myself I will rise from these rubbish requests
    these wanton blatant desires
    specific request, the audacity,
    I cannot get over,
    change yourself?
    I didn’t request any amendments for you,
    because I’m not rude in that manner.

    This, whatever it was, I am over.
    (28/11/21)
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