Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
The hummingbird buzzes quietly, She is home at last, Without the combative competitive bees Whispering in her ears Deafening her as closer and closer they come Because she is set to feed and sudden aggression Comes over her As she desires the delicious dining within the precious feeder She needs She requires She must collect [...]
I glance at the geraniums, It seems they glance sideways at me. Some are happy, bubbly, cheery, And others, they carry a known disease, Of negativity among the cheer, The mirth, The banter, The geraniums are not completely innocent, No, some were willing to barter. Some have exchanged their good looks for power, The [...]
If only for a few hours, I felt stable, grounded, calmed. I could attribute it to absolutely nothing, or I could attribute to it to something new. Either way, there is significance in the repose I experience, a chance from the unquiet, the river that no longer runs untamed, the stream that moves [...]
I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. Her heartfelt poetry just sang and sang, like a robin whose eggs have presently been laid, a proud woman she is, I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. She sought the times when her heart ached, flowed, and ebbed, [...]
I feel as though I’m being peeled, exposed to the situation at hand. Is it deception? Was it an error? A method to expose, tease, and apprehend? I dislike lies, but perchance was she deceived in her own time, this little lady to the left? She wears sparkles upon her left hand; her life’s [...]
The feeling I get when attending is one of great unease. I have not been here for long, but my heart pitter-patters, fluttering in the breeze. Why am I so nervous? I used to attend and be present many, many times, a feeling of stupendous awakening? I’m unsure of this, though I’ll be brave [...]
I float above the surface, Like a piece of driftwood, an otter, a daring platypus, I rise to the challenge, God, you know I’m here listening for you like I should. I’ve risen to the moment, Where I can drift along the water, Towards the shore, Certain in myself that this path I’m undertaking [...]
