Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I glance at the geraniums, It seems they glance sideways at me. Some are happy, bubbly, cheery, And others, they carry a known disease, Of negativity among the cheer, The mirth, The banter, The geraniums are not completely innocent, No, some were willing to barter. Some have exchanged their good looks for power, The [...]
I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. Her heartfelt poetry just sang and sang, like a robin whose eggs have presently been laid, a proud woman she is, I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. She sought the times when her heart ached, flowed, and ebbed, [...]
I feel as though I’m being peeled, exposed to the situation at hand. Is it deception? Was it an error? A method to expose, tease, and apprehend? I dislike lies, but perchance was she deceived in her own time, this little lady to the left? She wears sparkles upon her left hand; her life’s [...]
The feeling I get when attending is one of great unease. I have not been here for long, but my heart pitter-patters, fluttering in the breeze. Why am I so nervous? I used to attend and be present many, many times, a feeling of stupendous awakening? I’m unsure of this, though I’ll be brave [...]
The surrounding scent of pine leaves invades my sensitive nostrils, Since quitting smoking I have been able to discern more, And my taste buds, they are rearing, They sing for attention, These senses, They are heightened. No more dulling from the poisons within those death sticks, A retraction of the chemical clouds which Weighted [...]
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 [...]
