Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
There’s always an opportunity, a silver lining, the chance to advance, or gain at developing, the admirable qualities held within, a spark or a prism, beautiful rainbow rays can be seen. Even when circumstances appear dismal, tough, rough, [...]
I try to light the way for myself, only me at the present, for myself I can only take responsibility, but maybe in the future I’ll brighten the paths of others, allowing them to feel illumination from my positive attitude and candour. I smile and I dance into my path of least resistance, of least duress, the lantern which dangles from my wrist [...]
Rolling waves in my mind pass by, sumptuous, decadent, tidal, in their own time, I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow of my thoughts travel singularly then as one, a conglomeration of multitudes, my will, coming along so beautifully, they could temporarily stun. This is my time, my springtime of my middle youth, where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture and I am taking in all I can [...]
I am struggling to rise to my little hooves, I am failing to grasp hold of balance, I am calling, calling, for this ability to visit me, the skill to be mobile, to be free. For so long, I’ve been unable to properly walk and stride, how problematic for a soul for whom the [...]
I drag out my colours, many hues to create a show, A popularity contest? Or a forceful appearance? How will the audience react? Perhaps I already know. I begin to create, build the underpainting, of the basics of that face, that wide-eyed, mildly shocked expression that shows she’s realised something, or that [...]
I used to be a damsel in distress, I called and called to them, to assist me with my longing heart, yet all of them decided to leave. I worked so hard on being that which portrayed what I felt was visual worth, without understanding that what mattered was not essentially looks but a [...]
The sun beams down upon me: he is happy with me today. Sometimes he is disappointed, other times he may be sorely dismayed. But I can tell from his loving warmth which spreads upon my complexion that today he is pleased with me, and the steps I am undertaking in my life to cause [...]
It’s like in your life the season is spring, everything is regenerating; all is coming to life again. The flower buds protrude, the birds in their nests become obsessed with their new fledgings. Parents anxiously feeding, fussing, brightness and flock of a feather becoming. Your heart swells at the feeling that you [...]
She joyously twirls bright ribbons yet feels dead inside, With a knowledge that what was once there, Fresh-faced, bright, youthful, still alive, Is now broken, irreparable, Scattered in pieces upon the stage, An urban pavement, Nothing to show for the destruction, No sense of inner pride or holding her head up high. Her dolly-brightness [...]
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