Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Unexpected Callers – 29/06/21

    Poem: Unexpected Callers – 29/06/21

    I carefully consider the moments
    that carry themselves
    before me,
    the cantankerous callers
    embarking upon intrusion
    at my door,
    they knock and knock
    at my bruised heart,
    casually then insistent
    their volume grows.

    Obnoxious be these memories,
    boring into my spirit
    and my soul,
    cataclysmic their cries become,
    courageous I must be!

    I fling open the windows,
    the doors of my being,
    allow them providence,
    permit them entry
    into the safe-houses of my
    internal gaping wounds,
    allow them to nestle,
    making a home of them soon.

    My self-awareness knows
    their presence is at
    a detriment to me,
    but who else will house them,
    these, my memories?
    They are my responsibility.

    And carefully, my wounds heal
    all around them,
    the callers,
    they shudder and groan,
    and now assimilated once more
    within my flesh,
    they are saved,
    their salvation
    was my process.

    Here they can retire quietly,
    be laid to rest,
    no more pain,
    no anguish,
    no suffering,
    silence,
    oh, precious silence,
    it is miraculous,
    it is all-knowing.

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  • Poem: The Courage to Remain – 28/06/21

    Poem: The Courage to Remain – 28/06/21

    The courage to stay true
    while remaining stoic and brave is a path
    that I’ve asked myself to complete to the full.

    But this task is never complete,
    for like a blossoming heart,
    the mission is replete not with
    shattered memories nor broken dreams,
    but growing, heaving breaths,
    thrown casual glances as
    though at a secret love
    so sweet.

    Picturesque scenes in the
    cavities of the mind,
    spilling forth, over barriers
    meant to be leapt o’er,
    abolished,
    nevermore to be seen,
    expand upon this thought,
    much more to find.

    Experiences flood like
    warmth to the soul,
    call to us, to them,
    shall we accumulatively
    experience them all?

    The genuine moments cast
    into truth,
    fragranced with calm,
    not Judgement,
    a glimmer of possibility,
    curiosity escapes and calls,
    gentle circumstance,
    a feeling of natural enthral.

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  • Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    Poem: First Time – 26/06/21

    The very first moment
    I leant in for your kiss,
    I’d been waiting most of the morning,
    watching your careful moving lips.

    With bliss abounding,
    I had spoken with abandon,
    so ecstatic I was to be in your presence,

    and seated next to you,
    my heart raced,
    my breath held,
    bated,
    surely you could see,
    feel the rich desperation,
    my need,
    for your touch,
    underscored by your
    vermillion crease.

    You were hesitant,
    for unknown reasons
    I watched your body stiffen,
    unsure it seemed you were,
    to accept excitable desire
    toward you,
    perhaps fearful of such nearness.

    With a quick peck on
    billowy cushions,
    disappointed somewhat,
    I retracted,
    dejected,
    it swims through my innards,
    a scourge,
    fresh disease,
    I could not wipe
    the sadness from
    my shuttered eyelids,
    was ‘playfully shy’
    your process?

    I protest with these lips,
    beseech you to
    explain away your fears,
    attempts to allay mine
    of not being enough,
    of being too eager,
    too excitable,
    too weird,
    is my pressuring too rough,
    am I not the girl you wanted,
    am I not the presence desired,
    if not,
    annihilate this morning,
    embarrassment bleeding,
    as your stuttering excuses start…

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