silence – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Poem: Hush – 15/04/21

Sometimes I want to be quiet,
far from conceited, too loud and proud,
humble is what I will be,
I’ll smile before I speak,
think before I utter, aloud.

Quiet contemplation
is what is needed in this case,
I won’t allow my heart to fail me,
should these words, lest they go to waste.

I know it is important
to take time to speak with ease,
I know it is wise, once more,
to not permit the certain need

to be heard all the time,
to be boisterous and child-like,
but how can I alter
when I feel so under attack
with these utterances of mine?

So, hushed is what I’ll be,
if I don’t speak,
there will be no analysis of me,
no written conjectures,
no debates of sorts,
I will be hush, hush, hushed,
and that’s the style I choose,
no need to consort.

But will silence really save me?
I’ll learn to care not for judgements,
I’ll dust them away with pleasure and ease,
an ultimate form of deliverance,
can’t you see, won’t you see?

And in the end they’ll all be appeased,
no need to hear from,
let’s have a break from prattling about me,
is that what they want,
is that what they need?
Or only momentarily will the silence be required
to be?

I must remember this is for me,
my mental health is most important, too,
let me chase the feeling of being free,
my time here will be in lieu,
silence can speak of many golden truths.

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April 15, 2021

Poem: Solitude – 18/01/21

Sometimes the solitude in my mind becomes too much.
It runs circles around and around itself,
for air, it will soon gasp.
Because the opening, the gaping of the truest arms
is something too available,
for something unasked.

Little nuances here and there,
bad habits being acknowledged,
must be aware,
for because how can improvement occur
where we’re idolising change of dust relative to the sun?
I’ll tell you this: my own constellation could stun.

Thus, I’ll allow myself to be here,
proud and quiet,
in my own right,
I will never give up this new-found fight,
where palms around coated with thick, relaxing oils,
straight from Mother Earth.
transformation,
I am sold.

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January 18, 2021

Poem: The Silence – 26/12/20

The crisp morning air enlivens my mood,
there’s little need to be sulking,
little need to brood.

For this wondrous day has been created
for me,
not temporarily, but permanently,
from an off mood,
I must up and flee.

Do not allow others to determine my
state of mind,
do not permit them to make me feel
lesser than other members of humankind,

know that I am wise and smart and true,
and I will feel elevated in this moment,
my heart won’t be affected —
I won’t allow it to.

Because the truth is,
these people come and go,
they flit in and out of one’s life,
like bees would visiting where nectar grows,
and the saddening moments will rise away
into fluff,
that’s more than enough,
dearest,
your silence is more than enough.

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Poem: The Inspiring Nature of Silence – Audio and Text – 09/06/20

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
they fail to exist.
 
The notes,
the rise and fall of melodies,
they are truly terrifying and deafening,
a lack of threaded thoughts, 
a barren forest of consciousness,
I traverse,
I wander blindly.
 
Though at a volume,
a decibel,
that may
calm another’s senses,
 
relax them,
muscles easing tension,
brain waves altering,
 
to me,
it is like a repetitive
noisy neighbour,
relentless,
intent on knocking for a shared and unwarranted
cup of tea,
I don’t know about others,
but my creations need silence all around me.
 
Thankfully my explanation
of this music as a distractor,
allows another to understand
that with my thoughts I am their maestro,
of them my will should command.
 
Though it may seem ironic,
that a being such as I
with a musical background
such a large part of my life,
cannot bear creating
my words with an unwanted backing,
 
this is the way I know
my best state of mind
in which to be,
 
I want the silence,
the silence,
where moments of creativity
can easily strike me.
 
The moment the intrusion is ceased,
the moment silence arrives,
what hits me?
 
A burst of inspiration,
I reach for my pen,
and hope to vividly capture the leading thoughts
in my mind,
perhaps I’ll make my own poetic music,
rhythm, metre, tone, rhyme.

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