Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: scent

  • Poem: Mediating My Life – 20/09/20

    Poem: Mediating My Life – 20/09/20

    Rosemary oil swiped either side of the doorway,
    and below the walkway, where I will enter into my abode.
    Rosemary oil, so glorious is the scent,
    wiped below the lip of my desk,
    to harness, relax, caress.

    I am embracing the softer side of life,
    scent,
    meditation,
    heeding surfacing dreams,
    taking care of my body,
    operating holistically.

    After being so hard in my thoughts,
    so obstinate in being unchangeable and closed-minded
    to things I was unfamiliar with,
    I am finally open to the healing permitted in this world,
    different types of blessings.

    It may seem like a small step to others,
    nothing really worth mentioning,
    but for me,
    it’s like addressing an inner power that allows me
    to finally embrace what I’ve been missing.

    And the amazing thing is,
    I can already feel the differences,
    the self-improvements,
    the happier state of mind,
    the positivity beginning to trickle then flow.

    No hardened soul to be envisaged anymore,
    there is no need to fight to struggle against
    my negative capabilities,
    I will relish the healing,
    I will cherish the process,
    and I will fall in love with the self-knowledge I am gleaning,
    the knowing.

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  • Poem: Scent of an Aura – 23/01/20

    Poem: Scent of an Aura – 23/01/20

    I love the scent which surrounds you,
your aura glows with meaning,
permeating your outer shell with reinforced support,
reassurance and kindness.
You can try to fix my problems and aid my
floaty, fanciful dreams
but you know that this is not the right method for me.
 
You take my brokenness and allow it to be a beautiful view,
though still in pieces, you understand it’s my role
to rearrange myself into something more
positive, useful,
that to allow transmutation through your hands would be wrong,
it is for me to wield the vision here,
hold me close as I once more transform,
I love the scent when you hold me in your arms.

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