As This Moment Journeys Into the Next

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry

I realized this moment would come
I knew the time would arrive,
those hands on the clock
they’re always on the move –
when I had dreamed
of so much more
for this special minute,
I have no poem…

even as I reflect while observing
the hanging petunia,
appealing in purple,
swinging gently in the breeze
or as I listen to my lab
snoring softly, lying inches away,
no poem has settled beside me…

even as I watch the geranium reach
in its rich wine-red wardrobe
for the infinite wild blue
and the lemon-yellow daffodil
looking dapper
in its shamrock finery,
no poem has greeted me
with a tender embrace.

I fear that as this moment journeys
into the next, and the sun bids farewell,
allowing the moon to play her part,
and those dedicated hands
continue to circle and mystify,
my pen will lie dry as a desert riverbed,
my paper bare as a wall without photos.

Still, I will remain empty handed
without poetry to enrich my soul,
but tomorrow when the sun ascends
and the sky unfolds to new possibilities,
it will be then when I shall try again.

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88 thoughts on “As This Moment Journeys Into the Next”

      1. I did indeed enjoy it , and the way it arrived.

        It happened to me once, in the middle of the night and the remember the surprise in what had happened. Maybe that is a good way to write ✍️ ❣️

  6. even as I watch the geranium reach
    in its rich wine-red wardrobe
    for the infinite wild blue
    and the lemon-yellow daffodil 
    looking dapper 
    in its shamrock finery,
    no poem has greeted me with
    a tender embrace.

    It’s just this whole stanza that mesmerises me as a reader. Such beautiful poetry ❤️

  11. Even in the absence of a poem, there’s a poem in your heart, Lauren! And there will be tomorrow, too. This is gorgeous writing, my friend. Wishing you the best as the weekend approaches. 😊

    1. Thanks so much, Mike! I had a little writer’s block. The only words that surfaced were, “I have no poem” out of frustration, and then I thought about writing about not having a poem. 🙂 And that’s when the words flowed. I always appreciate your wonderful words of support, my friend. 🤗

  14. …but tomorrow when the sun ascends
    and the sky unfolds to new possibilities,
    it will be then when I shall try again.

    Beautiful Lauren. So dreamy indeed girlfriend. 🥰💖😘

  16. This poem has to be the most eloquent display of writer’s block I’ve ever read! I also think it gets at the need to live fully in the moment without trying to capture or record it. Such a paradox!

    1. What a lovely thing to ‘say’ Liz! I had serious writer’s block, no words at all until I said to myself, “I have no poem.” And then I had a poem. 🙂 Thank you so much for your insightful reply. I love it! 🥰

  18. Dear Lauren,

    I think we can all relate to your beautiful poem. We have to stay connected, even more in these times when we feel we are losing our own words, to nature, beauty, emotions and every tiny spot of light.

    Sending you love and hugs and wishing you a great weekend!

    Till new words will flow and enchant us…

    1. Hi Marie,

      I love how you think and appreciate your beautiful and insightful words so much. And I fully agree with you. Sending love and hugs back to you and wishing you the same. The sun is finally shining after a lot of rain, so it’s a little more cheerful. Thanks again, my friend. 🩷🌷

  20. Lauren, you capture the moment when the muse leaves us with gentle poignancy, drawing me in and I pause at the beauty of your words. The dichotomy of creating such a gift of words while lost for words is striking – and shows that you are never without your poetry. Once again you find yourself enveloped in its ‘tender embrace‘.! Wishing you great weekend, my friend! xx💕

    1. Hi Annika, your beautiful words render me speechless. 🙂 I really had no poem at that moment when I wished I could write something, and when that phrase (I have no poem) came to mind, the words tumbled out. Your beautiful comment is greatly appreciated, and I’m so glad you loved this unusual piece. I love your line, “The dichotomy of creating such a gift of words while lost for words is striking – and shows that you are never without your poetry.” Thanks again, my friend, and wishing you the same! Hugs 💖🌷

      1. Lauren, it’s interesting how you mention the words tumbled out. There was a group of blogger poets who formed a group and they talked a lot about those ‘tumblers’ – the poems that tumbled out, with no real effort and how often these were such gems! ❤️

      2. Thanks for sharing about that blogger group, Annika. I got lucky with this one when I felt there were no words. I hope that feeling never returns, but as writers, we know the moments of writer’s block are normal. But they aren’t here to stay, and that’s important to remember. 🙂 Thanks again, my friend 💖💖

    1. You are so right, Robbie, and I’m relieved that when I finally said to myself, “I have no poem” and was ready to walk away from my journal, that’s when the poem came! 🙂 Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed this piece. 💖

    1. Thanks, Pooja, on both accounts. I didn’t expect this poem because writer’s block was in control…until it wasn’t. 🙂 And I appreciate your good wishes. I’m feeling better since that last post. Have a good weekend. 🩷

  23. I like how you tell about the poem not coming, within the poem that came, Lauren! I hope you are feeling a little better these days. Best to you for the weekend.

    1. Thanks, Steve! I’ve never written a poem like this before, but that’s really how I felt until I thought, “Why not write a poem literally about not having a poem?” Then the words tumbled out. 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed the outcome. And I’m feeling better since my last post, but still working through some new health changes. Wishing you and your lovely lady a wonderful weekend too.

  24. Lol… if this is a no poem, then I take no photos of street art.

    Lauren, it seems you can turn a box of crayons into a poem. Heck, a garbage pail would not evade your effusive poetic nature.

    It is a language you will always speak fluently.

    Great poem, love it!

    🌺 ✍️💓 💥

    1. Resa, you are too darn funny! I just love how your mind works! Now I feel compelled to write a poem about crayons and a garbage pail. And if I do, I’ll credit you! But seriously, thank you for always gifting me with your encouraging words. Friends like you keep me writing. Sending hugs for a happy weekend. ❤️🌷✏️🤗

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  31. AMAZING poem Lauren. As I always say, your poetry is touching and this one hits the spot. Time is moving no doubt and loves shapes our lives. Keep inspiring🎆👏🔥🔥🙏

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