Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Awakening thy inner truths, beauty present, spiritual proof, the internal reservoirs of light, make infinite truth anything but a plight. Causes within and visions yours, counteract the substance of irrelevant facts, cast forth through the shrouded clouds, airy mysteries, intelligence, wonder, determining that which we seek. [...]
Bass throbs, soulful beings, sends hope forth, ecstasy springing, accumulative movements, dance, stomp, flow, singing, heavenly brightness, utterly amazing. Grinning, growing, flowing, feeding the memories with presence of mind growing, understanding not of false currencies, but true depth, the act of priceless self-knowledge. [...]
Weeping willow reminds me of stormy challenges, of riotous heart poundings, of emotional damages. Weeping willow, fretting leaves, gives me a sense of hope, her bent back fingers laze, but within her, their pathway I know, like me, like you, as her, she represents such harmony within our souls [...]
Wonder streams through gaps ‘tween trees, shrubbery welcomes gusty breeze, laughter twinkles above horizon seam, magic brightens eyes, I’ve no inclination to leave this scene. Hands entrust something precious ‘neath benevolent sun, heart pounds, mood ecstatic, forged bonds, yes! Cries of yes affirms tearful nods. [...]
Haunted are her eyes above a winsome smile, wistful character is she, hoping for more in a while. Fallen by the wayside, all her trickery, her witchery, her cosmetics, her haberdashery. By goodness what is told beneath those furrowed brows? Heavy times envisaged, poignant moments told, she loves to flicker her eyes from the land to the sea, a calming peacefulness takes over she. [...]
Living for the momentum and living for the dream, thoughts tossed, bruised and broken, living despite ill feeling. [...]
Light and shade, I sweep the curtains shut, keeping creeping moody blues in mind, seems they’ll never stop. Heaving and breathing, huffing and a-puffing, affected am I this night, heathens nesting in the room from dawn until morning light. [...]
What we are and we feel are two different concepts, notions I need to feel, I watch from within as thoughts build and layers harden then peel like ancient flakes of house paint decorating that life we accepted and treasured within, I know through deep understanding that each flake tells a story, it’s witnessed so much of life to be felt, heard, and seen. [...]
the distance between myself and the south side of that road, the longest path I’m sure some have ever known, try to tiptoe along the lane, whisper under breath, assertions born tame, but they are still valid, present they be, a jolt, a justification seems questionable, but in the end, both visions and truth are vividly seen as the same.[...]
Offering who I am, affirming when I can, positivity leads me in open arms, genuine willing hands, they welcome me with hearts assured, love and circumstance, visions focussed, never blurred, shared life purposes, becoming more, a world of truth, so bright and pure. [...]
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