Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Prose: Imagining – 14/05/21

    Prose: Imagining – 14/05/21

    Imagine there was something which could easily read the words of your heart. Your joys, your aching, your frustration, and the spaces you keep for precious, invaluable art. Those masterpieces of memories and experiences which you love to hold, turn them over in hands again and again, mesmerised, decisive, the experiences are able to be re-lived this way fruitfully, truth be told.

    You can inspect these cubes, forms, or spheres, or perhaps for you, they’re nondescript, simple constructs, in your mind they can exist, in an eye’s blink they can then disappear. Almost in a meditative state, overwhelming emotions draw near, enveloping you, reminding you that internally we are all stars. Filled with spark and brightness, our glowing memories can be seen – or at least felt – from afar, and if one extends to another, perhaps both will gain miraculous, shooting energy which never shall mar.

    Who can easily read your heart? Which methods will permit entry into your hidden compacts of art? Will you allow the mirror to open, to unclasp and reveal their reflection with yours, unbroken? Or will your memories remain purely yours, until you grow older, and they slowly grow forgotten?

    Only allow others in when the feeling encompasses your being with the meaning and understanding that your heart wants to be seen. Sharing is loving, until the stark morning, but sometimes we want ourselves to let it be.

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  • Prose: A Visit – 13/05/21

    Prose: A Visit – 13/05/21

    The sky is pink, grey and blue today, wisps of cotton candy and woollen clouds. I watch as First Light dawns upon me, the day awakens, and I cherish it, awaiting more. What is this fluffy entity which now travels towards my face? This countenance and structure so lovely, perfection, in a way?

    It morphs slightly as it travels, altering size, shape, and form, one moment it’s obscure and barely recognisable, then the next, clearer and pure.

    I won’t say what I suspect these clouds have become, I feel it’s not my place to share, but I will acknowledge its sacredness, of this I have become more and most aware. A benevolent entity travelled unto me, blessing and guiding with his presence, and now my being is vibrant, I am invigorated, then suddenly well-spent.

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    Previous Post: ‘A Trail of Winding Thoughts’ – 12/05/21

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  • Prose: A Trail of Winding Thoughts – 12/05/21

    Prose: A Trail of Winding Thoughts – 12/05/21

    On the proviso of keen awareness, some can promise the world. Vivid, glorious, blossoming flowers, and pretty passions laid in a row. Everything given has a reason, or so it seems, amazing these moments are, they’re encouraging, they certainly please. And here presents confusion of the times, wait, the headiness of scented fruits scattered all around takes a free-for-all, but they are sublime. This situation seems profoundly positive, satisfying and amazing, soar with the scents, ride upon spread white dove’s wings, heaven sent. And by the sea we will then find ourselves, the salt air tingling as I dart out my tongue from my mouth. Run to the water, rush to the foam, mermaids are beckoning, mermen are calling you home…

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  • Poem: Evolution – 11/05/21

    Poem: Evolution – 11/05/21

    Evolution, absolution,
    ammunition, contradiction.

    I’m expected to pick among shreds of dignity
    like a seed-starved hen,
    in the hopes of finding something
    worthy of contrition,

    but this ‘matter’ won’t be absolved
    with a preposterous predilection,
    words like a loaded gun,
    emotional hostage,
    a ‘Stockholm’ situation.

    Grew on you
    then pretences wore away,
    derelict thoughts
    like aching mental chasms,
    which could have lasted for days,

    in situ but the
    prognosis is not sweet,
    barrel away, barrel away,
    escaped with barely
    a decent peep.

    Realisation, dumbfounded,
    shreds of my armour became loose,
    gaping holes,
    barely hanging,

    shine unto the world as
    you once shone unto them,
    I tell myself my truths,
    while I acknowledge their ruse,

    these perils were only permitted
    by willingness and weakened defences —
    and I won’t be that type of person again,
    I will begin again, anew.

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    Previous Post: ‘A Sprite’s Memories’ – 10/05/21

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  • Poem: A Sprite’s Memories – 10/05/21

    Poem: A Sprite’s Memories – 10/05/21

    Sprite-like eyes,
    rainbow glimmer,
    delighting,
    no need to try,

    the sunbeams stretch
    from there to evermore,
    a chest-full of memories stored,

    but I flitter them
    to the wind,
    like vagrant butterflies
    they linger
    and they gain height,
    they soar,

    on the breeze
    they carry,
    unwanted, lightening
    their loads,
    becoming less heavy,

    until light as burnt ash
    detailing what I don’t want,
    ignited beneath that full moon,
    under the delicate sky,

    and an internal sprite dances
    without an imp,
    mischievous was he,
    playfully devious,
    some might have seen or agreed.

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  • Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

    Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

    I try to be at peace
    but in aching pieces I’ve become,
    my time is my leisure,
    but transient will I be,
    like the searing sun,

    so beautiful it was to
    romanticise cold, bare reality,
    actions speak as loud as words,
    can you hear certain needs calling?

    I watch the alliance come undone,
    each spoke of a black widow’s web
    detaches, rips, tears,
    and then hand over heart,

    lip to cheek kiss,
    now steer clear,
    this has ceased to be fun.

    I know that I could be
    sympathetic and overly understanding,
    but I won’t continue to
    accept bad behaviour and words
    when they’re provided knowingly.

    And so here I am,
    detailing in a nightly haze,
    almost 2am,

    I could reach out,
    heal what damage has been done,
    but why should I?
    This rubbish is happening again,
    and again.

    If I decided to,
    I could claim being victim of cruel, cruel,
    hapless words,

    this time I’ll wait it out,
    I have self-love,
    and firm respect for myself.

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  • Poem: Dissatisfaction… – 08/05/21

    Poem: Dissatisfaction… – 08/05/21

    Providing them with
    more and more,
    but not enough to be satisfied,
    at those cruel, thoughtless words,
    envision the door.

    I give and give
    and it’s apparently well-received,
    only to find out
    it’s not enough,
    how much should I be
    expected to give?

    Bitter words escape
    loose fingers,
    realising error
    they hush and then leave,

    bereft, bereft,
    because there’s something hindered,
    unprovided,
    something, which if extended,
    would be so well-received.

    It’s not my role to
    fulfil a position,
    their slight disgusts me
    right now,

    after all that I’ve done,
    assisted,
    listened,
    been there for them,
    and now true thoughts
    are again taking control.

    Is this what they truly think of me?
    So little,
    their opinion, with frustration,
    comes out to demean,

    how dare they,
    how dare you,
    look what you’ve done,

    my role is not to solve your problem,
    lash out,
    I’ve had enough,
    retaliate?

    No,
    I’m completely done.

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  • Poem: Serendipity – 05/05/21

    Poem: Serendipity – 05/05/21

    My eyes digest the scene before me,
    taking in every minute detail.
    I cannot fathom what is greeting me,
    but my appreciation,
    it will never cease nor fail.

    The Universe has sent this beauty and perfection,
    I am delighted by the colours,
    so bright,
    surging are my emotions,
    I have all the time I need
    in this life,
    a moment of delightful contemplation.

    I am permitted the pleasure of
    eyes being treated to richness and truth,
    the glowing sun,
    the blossoming daffodils,
    the beds of other flowers
    spread through and through.

    I trail my dress as I lithely
    walk the paths
    of the quiet garden where
    flora becomes anew,
    these delights help the world through their abundance,
    I create with them,
    pluck, pick, and arrange,
    trailing thoughts on an off-white page.

    I say yes,
    I affirm my existence
    within this bubble of a world,
    the scent, while maybe overwhelming,
    wraps its arms around me,
    Serendipity, Serendipity,
    my presence has a requirement,
    a gentle, humble need to tell.

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  • Poem: A Rapid Black Cat – 04/05/21

    Poem: A Rapid Black Cat – 04/05/21

    A black cat streaks before my path,
    I shriek,
    I’m afraid to ask!
    What is Superstitious Kitty doing
    running, flitting,
    my heartbeat skips,
    then won’t stop rapidly beating.

    I’m shocked out of my skin,
    does his or her appearance mean
    future bad luck for me?

    Should I avoid walking on cracks,
    be careful around mirrors,
    or am I simply being sad
    for caring about a jet black cat
    that happened to rush,
    to hurtle on past?

    Or, should I carry on my day
    with great confidence and aplomb,
    wondering not to myself whether
    the events of my day will come undone?

    I decide I should hold my head up high,
    cast aside superstition to the sky,
    believe in logic and truth,
    well, now I know what to do!

    ‘Twas a silly moment of fear in my mind,
    too many campfire stories
    and cabin tales to delve into from memories
    that were rather easy to find,

    and now I must move forward,
    remembering that there is no bad luck
    from a cat just because of its shade,

    I will carry on, carry on,
    be brave in your day,
    as my aunt would reassuringly say.

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  • Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    The Moon in all his glory, 
    pale, craggy, yet luminescent, 
    he smiles down upon our Earth
    as though in a parody,
    a soft spot held for us, and meant. 

    The Sun, she tries to jostle with him
    for pride of place in the sky, 
    I laugh, shake my head to myself, 
    I don’t bother to ask her why. 

    They can and do co-exist, 
    but one’s more prominent
    than the other, 
    I don’t have to, 
    need to mention
    who begs for more or less power. 

    Demand much from the clouds
    and they may wink 
    before the Sun or Moon, 

    obscure them from our eyes, 
    us mere humans on this Earth, 
    here to appreciate the 
    glowing orbs hanging from the sky on high.

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