Author: Lauren Scott, Author
Welcome to my corner of this wonderful community where I share my poetry, short stories, and occasional photos. My husband and I have been married for almost thirty-five years, and we have two adult children. Our furry family member is Copper, an 80-lb chocolate lab mix, and he just turned 13 years old.
I have published two collections of poetry: New Day, New Dreams (2013) and Finding a Balance (2015). My memoir, More than Coffee, was published in 2021, and my recent publication is a poetry collection titled Ever So Gently released in July.
I have finished my first children’s book and am working with my illustrator with plans to publish in 2024.
When you visit, I hope you find something to take with you, but that you also find something enticing enough to keep bringing you back. I truly appreciate your visit.
Cheers,
Lauren ❤️
Into the Country
It was
a perfect day
for cruising
on open roads,
for watching
the cows
watch us
as we paused
for a moment
to warm our faces
from the sun’s
late entrance,
and to relish
in life’s
simple joys
Lauren Scott © 2018
(re-write)
Photo: Taken in West Marin
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! ❤
Common Ground
I think of all the people who were led
to this quiet land by the stories in
their lives. Then I wonder if they had fled
from despair into this place to begin
again, to feel the magic from within
the beauty of the majestic giants
and to sense the calming stir of silence.
I hope their active minds found complete rest
in this shelter of spiritual guidance
and their ongoing journey remained blessed.
Lauren Scott © 2018
Photo: Hendy Woods State Park
(This is my first try at a Dizain poem,
and inspiration came from our recent
Redwood visit.)
Tanglewood
It was a townhouse
that stood two-stories
tall, where fond memories
float about, and where I
wore pigtails and a smile.
I recall my foot landing
on the bottom step, and
Morton would offer his
feathery hello, and in my
language, the same I
would bestow.
This is the home where
Mom gave me a frog
that would live forever. It
was made with time, love,
red corduroy and beans.
I named him Sam, and he
meant the world to me.
Events from two days ago
can be obscure, yet visions
of my first day of kindergarten
remain vivid, wearing a
plaid jumper, black and white
saddle shoes, and riding in the
big, yellow school bus. This was
a time when Mom and Dad
were still with us…
Lauren Scott © 2018
(re-write & I’m the baby)❤
Young Minds
Their imaginations carried them
into the African Savannah
keeping watch for a parade
of animals on the hunt
They chose not to be prey
if avoiding such demise
was possible –
Suddenly, their feet stopped
in their tracks,
as fear crept up the backs
of their necks –
A thunder-booming growl
echoed throughout the grassland
The next move meant life or death
Then a meow joined the growl
Terror escalated
as they held their breath,
mirroring an owl’s innate ability,
afraid to make a sound
Then when Mom yelled,
“Lunch is ready,”
fear subsided and
their adventure came
to an abrupt halt –
until next time
when their imaginings
became alive again
Lauren Scott © 2018
(When we arrived at our campsite,
we noticed some visitors.
So I became inspired right away. 🙂 )
Family of Giants
We’re home after camping among the Redwoods in northern California. While walking among these amazing trees it is absolutely a magical and spiritual experience…
“This is their temple, vaulted high,
And here we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tongue and awe-struck soul,
For here we sense life’s proper goal.
To be like these, straight, true, and fine,
To make our world, like theirs, a shrine,
Sink down, O Traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees.
~Joseph B. Strauss from “The Redwoods” 1932
Chief Engineer of The Golden Gate Bridge
Two-way Road
We’ve all heard it before, “Be true to yourself.” But it’s easier said than done, isn’t it? Tossing the mask doesn’t happen effortlessly. If we’re to truly be ourselves, we risk being rejected, bullied, and judged. Yet if we remain in that box, what kind of life is that to live? How can we feel completely free?
Somehow, it takes mustering up confidence, and usually, it takes more than a handful.
When I think of people living in a shell for fear of showing their true identities, it breaks my heart. Society has become more accepting, and yet, haters still exist. In a way, they’ve become more pronounced.
It’s a long-shot, but I keep that dream alive of living in a society, a country, and even a world where the motto is “live and let live.” If some aspect of someone’s persona rubs you the wrong way, then walk in the opposite direction. If they’re turning left, then you turn right. LEAVE THEM ALONE AND LET THEM LIVE THEIR LIFE. It’s such a simple solution that remains difficult nowadays. Violence tends to worm its way into many scenarios. Haven’t we seen enough bloodshed?
If we allow Compassion, Acceptance, and Love, and even more Love, Love, Love to embody who we are as a human race, Peace would play a bigger part. And wouldn’t that be awesome?!!
So while everyone should be able to show their true colors no matter who they are, others should play their part fairly, too. It’s a two-way road that takes courage and confidence in one lane and acceptance and understanding in the other. We can’t please everyone, but we can please ourselves. Loving ourselves comes first before we can honestly and completely love another.
I’ll end by saying, “Let’s try to shed our doubts, be who we truly are, and practice more self-love. Then maybe, just maybe, the world will be a better place for All.
Sending virtual love and hugs, and wishing you a fabulous weekend. I’ll be off the grid for a while again, but will catch up in a week or so. ❤❤❤
Every Little Inch
We’ve had a stormy rapport
though no fault of your own
All blame can’t be cast on you
so please ignore my groans
for the magnified flaws I see,
masking the good qualities
For instance, your pear shape
provided ease for the birth
of two little human beings,
lifting me higher than imagined
I should complain less and
display more compassion
Your legs carry me quite nicely
on my morning walks and
hikes into the wilderness,
nothing to take for granted
yet reason to feel blessed
Although the few pounds
you insist on carrying
remain a thorn in my side,
your otherwise healthy tone
is clearly implied
Then it’s time to transform –
a much-needed alteration
From this day forward
I’ll offer nothing less
than pure adoration
Lauren Scott © 2018
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 