Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: stream of consciousness

  • Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Serenity is all around,
    waiting to be discovered,
    happened upon, found,
    mesmerising is the state
    when I reach it,
    enveloping me
    as of late.

    The beauty and wonder
    are present within me,
    I glance within,
    watch my being flower,
    I’ve not known this
    peace before,
    what an ultimate surrender.

    Envisioning now what it
    means to be at ease,
    truest feelings
    like calm breeze
    between hovering leaves,
    and admirable,
    amazing too, it is
    to finally see
    that which was told to me,
    serenity – I’ll be.

    No longer on edge,
    anger of yesteryears,
    this past is history
    even if there’s trepidation ahead,
    I’m feeling no fear
    because I am at peace,
    wonderful sensation,
    relaxation, a bubble as
    wide as my outstretched arms,
    precious heartbeats
    dictating this life
    of which I am now sure.

    I am living in wonder
    and knowing real happiness,
    this warbling feeling within,
    in my chest –
    oh, how I am blessed,
    I have nothing to yearn for,
    precious gratitude do I express,
    I am thankful,
    in my solitude, in company,
    I have had this joy expressed
    by close others,
    now I’m experiencing it,
    and here can I rest.
    (10/10/21)
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  • Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Salient thoughts
    dangle from a thread.
    Sporadic, intermittent moments recalled,
    none I dread.
    I recount,
    with a sparkle in my eye,
    the times I was
    humoured, admired,
    entertained,
    and now I realise
    I didn’t need any of it –
    I am empowered.

    I can be on my own,
    not every hurried word
    or breath attended to,
    whether wise or nonsensical,
    every thought does not
    need tending to,
    I grew used to being humoured,
    admired, held in high esteem,
    but these were pieces of
    a puzzle I thought
    I truly did need.

    Certainly, initially,
    moments were bare, quiet,
    I wasn’t used to my
    lack of sound,
    but now I’m happy in
    my chosen silence,
    or with music, volumes, voices
    other than mine,
    they can abound,
    and really there is no
    peculiarity, nor need for
    perplexity to be
    revealed nor seen,
    the truth of the matter is
    I can be in complete solitude,
    alone but never lonely,
    occupied and ready
    and still feel like
    a queen.

    Need no suitors nor admirers
    to stroke, bolster the ego,
    what’s more –
    I will say,
    that this is my truth,
    and I must seek
    peacefulness more,
    I shall not allow it to go.

    For the inner peace
    which comes from
    true confidence grown from
    myself,
    not bred with another’s eyes, ears and words serving
    differing intents,
    themselves,
    why, this power is internal,
    amazing, borne of
    the truest of one’s entity,
    the inner strength,
    grown confidence,
    my own,
    fostered all by myself —
    independence is the true key.
    (06/10/21)

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  • Poem ~Stream of Consciousness: Precious Artefacts – 26/08/21

    Poem ~Stream of Consciousness: Precious Artefacts – 26/08/21

    breathe in with the power of my soul,
    my inner truth, I enter my cavern, the whirlwind of my mind
    as extravagant windswept daze enlightens every phase,
    whether past or present,
    it is whole, in the right place,
    about face, I will take
    the first step in knowing that I,
    I am the creator of what
    I need to manifest,
    I have the strength, the desire,
    the power, to make my world amazing or something worthy
    of being devoured
    whole,
    in momentum,
    perfection in its truest form is what I once sought
    but now, keeping them at the length of my arm are those
    conformers, that I needed to be right, look like this or that,
    pull these nonsense, commandeered thoughts out of
    my hat
    and now flutter my eyelids,
    softly, softly,
    my world is present but the glory I seek to view
    is pure in ecstatic goodness,
    I tap and tap my mind’s eye, hoping to draw
    feelings forth,
    activate something deeper within,
    and I smile to myself,
    what have I created, in this moment of
    manifesting madness?
    I look back upon the paper,
    turn behind me at the pavement,
    then two steps back and three steps forth,
    as I look over my warbling thoughts,
    I head north within,
    to seek more precious artefacts.

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