Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
Teardrops fall upon me as bloated shiny beads of purple wholesome grapes, speaking as to whether they should aim themselves for Earth or be aiming within somebody’s hungering mouth. What fate would be most adequate were they to satisfy and feed the famished others, or perhaps their desires for freedom are better suited to [...]
The world stops, one could hear a pin drop though no one is present to hear its ping. We are all inside, relegated, told to be safe to take care, to avoid each other as much to save ourselves now and in the future. The pin drops and in fact something does hear [...]
I feel it’s been a while since I’ve written a quality poem, Something to make me smile and feel pleased, Proud of myself for something sharp and sweet, Or lengthy but with purpose and a sense of growth and speed. There was a time when I researched and read, Many books of poetry I [...]
Oh, a time for celebration! Your birthday while in isolation. There can only be us three, but that’s enough for you to see, that you are appreciated still, and you are deserving of the love you need. You are often quiet, you do not seek attention much, indeed, you are a hard worker of the [...]
Precious and sweet, in a method of glistening blue, she rises to me, she flies to my open hand, and whispers, “How are you?” My melodious being, my little birdy in special cobalt feathers, she understands what I need during my lonely waking hours. A touch of do re mi and as happy as can [...]
The afternoon calls to me, it begs for me to take advantage, a swimming sensation within my mind causes a wondering and I mentally wander: I do not have the energy for this. To explore the pathways, to join with other beings, to share their thoughts, feelings, and dreams, well, this is something undulating, [...]
I fashion an image within my mind, each curve, each specified colour, every line. That which makes the look complete, of the creature I shall create through my hands, my fingers, with precious time, whether messy or neat. Carefully, I sketch the shape onto the rock – this doesn’t need to be perfect, though it [...]
