Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
It’s considered ludicrous, as this pencil draws as pen, impermanence detailing permanence, can history make amends? In truth, in part, will hope, will reinstated knowledge renew? In truth, in whole, intentions grown strength to strength and full? But, unmanageable, so it seems? By a world of common sense and broken former seams,
Violet and Lavender were the greatest of friends. They rarely fought, never had to make amends. Their hearts were in the right places, they assumed not in their lives now, they understood how to avoid moral corruption and rot, their positive moods would mutually grow and ascend. Their smiles were often worn with a glowing halo or crown which one could not usually see, but only when one focussed with great intensity now, it was easy to understand these two just knew how be. They understood that the
We, the Featherhead Spirits, have much to offer the world. We dream in whirligigs, and seashells, and bunches of perfect pink pearls. We clutch onto hope, and fizz, and brightness that comes with positive things, and our hearts are content, we love to rise and accept everything that have been delivered, the goodness which Life has sent and brings. We, the Featherhead Spirits, come in many shapes and forms. We understand that there is more to the world than can bear or beg to belong,
The Wheel of Stars seems never to slow, blossoms bothered, scattered their presence grows, the eternity which awaits, turns and turns of fate, reading the images before my eyes, positive or negative fortunes accumulate. Midnight sky blotted with stars and shine, this road, the path ahead, it is all mine, [...]
The reflection in the river is crystalline and sweet, it abides by the directives of hidden, winsome dreams. I am calm sitting by the water, I trail my fingers shallowly, I wonder to myself, will I grow, will I succeed, what will I need? What’s internal is enough, my strength and courage, steadfast inklings are sleek [...]
I try to light the way for myself, only me at the present, for myself I can only take responsibility, but maybe in the future I’ll brighten the paths of others, allowing them to feel illumination from my positive attitude and candour. I smile and I dance into my path of least resistance, of least duress, the lantern which dangles from my wrist [...]
You have it within you. The ability to push through, with determination, with resolve, with power, without the assistance of another. You can do it, brother, sister, you can achieve these goals. You can achieve your goals, even with extenuating circumstances, don’t you know? Though sadness, lack of [...]
I’ve been lost for so many years, hidden in the recesses of the wilderness and I don’t know which way is out. I'm unsure of how to escape this listless, pointless path without direction, without a propelling sense of purpose. I once was utterly focused, I wanted to be something, make something of myself, [...]
The gems, they are too pretty. They mesmerise, but none gain the fervent attention of my eyes, they yield none of the consideration that they are deserving of. I search for something that is right for me, the properties, they must match my intent, and I spot the stone I have been yearning for [...]
