Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
A little bit of freedom, a nice hot cup of tea, or a long black, milk served on the side, soon to be enjoyed by little old me. Wandering around and around, little sights to be appreciated, to be seen, things we took for granted once upon a time, now appreciative I am, and I’ll continue to be. [...]
Melodious but intrusive tunes, notes pummelling my head, I need serenity, a sense of quiet, for my thoughts to develop, to process and later be said, then shared. The music, though in the background it is rude, unintentionally evicts, any chance, any sense of imaginative words to be brought to life, with the distraction [...]
I sit by my window and stare at the sky. There is nothing more beautiful in this very moment that I can capture, nothing else which can cause my heart to swell with appreciation. The clouds, they gather in wisps and blobs – light though, they are – they have this sort of moodiness about [...]
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 [...]
