Dear PSC,
Your invisibility plays havoc
On how she is perceived
For when you strike,
She hurts and so do we
You don’t show your face
The pain is from within
But it’s no less horrific
Yet she won’t let you win
She’ll fight with both fists
Even from the ground
You may land a good punch
But you won’t keep her down
Our hearts hurt for her
She’s our precious daughter
We’ll fight you by her side
Come hell or high water
Lauren Scott © 2015
(for S ♥)
This morning
I wake to the end
of a week
The sun will soon
join me
for the day to begin
But as I drink my coffee
and type these words,
people are fighting
for their lives
against ugly diseases
Homeless men,
women, and
children
are trying
not to freeze
As I relish
this moment
of peace,
strife is invading
many lives
without invitation
all around the world,
Our world
So I will not
take for granted
what others long for
Lauren Scott © 2015
(more thoughts than a poem)
I can’t figure it out.
I’ve pondered and analyzed
to my heart’s discontent
and still, nothing makes sense.
I think I’ll take a walk
into the woods,
to be embraced
by the gentle breeze,
to be touched by
serenity,
and I need to see the trees.
They have a keen sense
of awareness,
so I’m going to ask them.
Yes, the trees will know.
Lauren Scott © 2015
My desire
isn’t to see
you again,
nor to touch
your face
as my lips
meet yours
(a longing
from
yesterday)
instead,
I must do
what is right
for you and me…
let go of
futile dreams
Lauren Scott © 2015
Last weekend, my husband and I went to a corn maze that our kids raved about. The maze is on four acres of land, and the design changes each year. It only took us 38 minutes to get through-record time, but we got lost in the beginning. A very strange and almost unsettling feeling, like being in the middle of a forest, trying to find your way out.
Needless to say, we found the exit, but the experience was so much fun. We ran into the same groups of people; everyone went in circles at some point. The middle two photos were taken from a platform overlooking the entire maze.
At the end, we walked around, enjoyed the country environment, but also felt a bit old, as little kids played in the corn box and on the hay stacks (weren’t our kids that young just yesterday?).
When we were ready to leave, we spotted the pumpkins, and since I love fall colors, I couldn’t leave without a photo of the vibrant gourdes. The other odd looking pumpkins are called “peanut pumpkins”-we’ve never seen these before; have you?
And yes, when we had a moment alone, in the midst of the maze, we stole a kiss. ♥
Lauren Scott © 2015
Dear Friends,
I’m adding another plug for my latest book Finding a Balance. To purchase a copy, paperback or e-book, any of the links below will direct you to the right place depending on the preferred site. All you need to do is click specifically on the words Xlibris, Amazon or Barnes and Noble and you’ll be on that site.
This collection of poetry is a compilation that speaks often of my emotions and spirit after finding out about my daughter’s illness three years ago. But in contrast to this sadness, I possess a romantic soul and am blessed to have celebrated close to twenty-seven wonderful years of marriage to my husband and best friend. So from darkness to light, through faith and romance, I find strength to move forward. This book takes the reader on a ride of different emotions evoked from life and love.
My Publisher, Xlibris: http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-000756814/Finding-a-Balance.aspx
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Balance-Lauren-Scott/dp/1503528006/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1445952378&sr=8-1&keywords=finding+a+balance+by+lauren+scott
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/finding-a-balance-lauren-scott/1121084225?ean=9781503528000
All proceeds go to The Chris Klug Foundation in honor of my daughter. Chris had the same disease in his twenties, underwent a liver transplant, then became the first transplantee to win in the Olympics (2002). He is a professional snow boarder and lives in Aspen, Colorado, now in his early forties. Please also feel free to share this post with others who you think might be interested in helping with this cause and who enjoys poetry.
http://chrisklugfoundation.org/
His mission is to spread the vital importance of becoming an organ donor; offering second chances. Please visit his site for more information.
I sincerely hope you’ll help with this cause, as the only reward I’m receiving is the knowledge that others are becoming organ donors. Some day my daughter may need a second chance…Thank you so much and if you do purchase a copy, I hope you enjoy its contents, Lauren ♥
“This isn’t a post for sympathy, but a request to help with a cause important to my family. My daughter is fine now, with occasional symptom flare-ups, but the disease is slow progressing and there is no certain timeline showing when things will get worse. Of course, we continue to pray for a healing miracle.”
Hold me close
My arms around you
Your hands in my hair
The room may tilt
But let’s stay here
Eyes lead to touching
Touching leads to dance
Moonlight shimmers
For a night of romance
Lauren Scott © 2015
I I enjoyed this at Peter’s site, https://avulnerablespace.wordpress.com/, so I decided to give it a try. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it was fun digging up these thoughts. I encourage you to try and if you do, please share.
What reminds You of who You truly are?
If you have a response to anything on my list, I’d love to hear it,
and now I share a wish for you:
Love and Blessings, Lauren ♥
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 