To
the teen,
Edward was
like a grandpa
and dear friend to the
boy’s grandma, Mabel, at
a time when she persevered
through an unforgettable loss.
Sounds of war vibrated ruthlessly.
Women were placed in subordinate roles.
A pocket watch, timeless in its essence,
a present, golden in tone and worth.
Locomotive chugs down the tracks,
a couple turns makes it tick,
heartbeat of fifty years.
Poignant history,
memories to
visit now
and then…
time.
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites – All rights reserved.
Dear Friends,
Yesterday I was so excited to receive this email from Spillwords Press:
Dear writers,
We want to congratulate you all, as your pieces have been nominated due to Popular Demand for ‘Publication of The Month’ for January & February!
You can vote here: https://spillwords.com/vote/
After clicking on the above link, you’ll see my poem on the right sidebar on the very top, “The World is Broken.”
Voting will cease on Wednesday, March 1st, and soon after we will reveal the winner.
Please note, you need to register and/or login to vote.
The winning publication will be featured on Spillwords.com sidebar during the entire month of March.
I am truly honored to receive this nomination and to be among so many talented authors!
If you haven’t read my poem, “The World is Broken,” you can read it here .
Now, the last thing I want to ask anyone to do is to create another account and password! I’m sure the mental cabinet you stash away your millions of accounts and passwords tilts as much as your TBR!!! But, it doesn’t hurt to ask, right?
So, would you be so kind as to vote for me before March 1st? I would greatly appreciate your support! But there is no pressure to create an account and I understand that dilemma. 🤗
Most importantly, Thank you for stopping by, for voting if you do, and for simply reading and considering!
Wishing you all a fabulous week ahead! ❤️❤️❤️
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Spillwords Logo: credit to Spillwords.com
Photo of woman: credit to Spillwords.com to accompany my poem.
Dear Friends,
I’m excited to share the news that Spillwords Press accepted my submission and published my poem today – “The World is Broken.”
The world is broken,
we are aware,
but being alive on this crisp autumn morning,
what a blessing
to behold…
To read the full poem, please click on the link: https://spillwords.com/the-world-is-broken/
I hope you will…You can show your love by clicking on the heart to “like” the poem, or to leave a comment, you’ll need to create an account and log in. I offer my heartfelt thanks in advance if you choose one of these options. ❤️
Thank you so much to Dagmara K. and her team for this wonderful opportunity of becoming a part of Spillwords Press.
© Lauren Scott, baydreamer writes – All rights reserved.
Perhaps he was a Western Screech Owl
that I heard outside our bedroom window
in the early darkness before the sun
fashioned its glorious arrival.
I cannot say with conviction,
but it is certain he proclaimed his presence
with his high-pitched toots.
And what I’d like to know…
was he aware that just before
he sang his series of notes
our alarm would,
in a matter of minutes,
sound off in its circle’s ringtone?
And did he realize at this time
when most homes on the street
have not awakened,
we make our preferred dark roast
from old faithful Mr. Coffee,
then sit together in harmony
for soft conversation?
That this routine, though understated
for some, would not be the same,
would not provide the equivalent comforting
experience if one of us was not present?
I shudder to imagine such a scenario…
because this early morning moment commenced
with the toot of our neighboring friend in nature
is happening now,
and now is where I desire to be.
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com
Today is an exciting day for couples to celebrate their love for each other. I also show my love not only for my husband, but for my family and friends who hold a special place in my heart. You see, today isn’t joyful for everyone. Some people grieve the passing of their spouse or partner. Some hearts hurt from a breakup. Some people have chosen to be single, so today may not hold a huge significance for them. Some live on the streets. Some live with daunting diagnoses. So, let’s be mindful of the different scenarios that play out on this day. If today is a joyful day for your heart, I implore you to take a moment to think of those who struggle in some manner…
Give Love
Candy hearts that say Be Mine
Red roses bestowing forever
Fancy dinners for two in love
A special night to remember
But what about the lonely –
The broken hearts and souls?
What about the hopeless
Where life has taken its toll?
On this day where hearts abound
Give love where you find sorrow
Let compassion be your guide
to fashion a better tomorrow
And now for a mixture of love poems from the past…
Forever Love (an Acrostic)
Faint is how you make me feel and not
Only when our lips connect, but when I
Remember our first embrace and how my
Emotions twirled inside of me; dizzy and
Voiceless I was and those moments still exist
Even though decades have come and gone
Reflections of those first days are magical
Learning the true meaning of bliss, an
Out of the ordinary feeling, knowing you are my
Valentine, lover and friend for the rest of our life and for
Eternity~
Glue
I stumble over
his broken pieces,
their jagged edges
reach for me.
I want to be
their healing glue.
His mind is weary,
I understand
the layers of his soul.
I want to be his shoulder.
His heart aches
trying to make sense
of it all…
but I won’t let him fall…
I am his remedy.
The World is Broken
The world is broken,
we are aware,
but being alive on this crisp autumn morning,
what a blessing
to behold
and he says,
“The good news
for today is
I love you,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Your soul.”
The world may be broken,
but I am not.
I hope today will be joyful for you from my heart to yours.
Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️❤️
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photos: 1st heart-Google, 2nd heart-Me
Love doesn’t search for origin
or shade of skin.
It holds no judgement of gender
or dwellings we reside in.
Love doesn’t search for success
or garments on our back.
It is unattached to wealth
or possessions we lack.
Love draws no margins,
no fettering of abilities.
Love praises positivity,
loathing all inequities.
What soul doesn’t wish
for acceptance to travel
pathways of truth, to
thrive in the promise of life’s
phenomenal sunrises?
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo: LS ❤️
Have you ever sensed
the tingling of a feeling
arriving without a label?
It stirs through your reflections,
your layers, and you find yourself
walking around in a daze
where reality offers no place
of comfort. So, the sun sets
for the moon, but what does
this clarify? One thing is certain –
within the constellations,
among the celestial stars,
this emotion finds balance,
graciously treasuring the safety
it has stumbled upon.
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo by Guillaume Meurice on Pexels.com
When our eyes meet, love still lingers...
a love that has navigated its way
to this very moment. The breath of a
gentle summer breeze carried us
over hills seemingly too huge to bear.
Stunning, good-night hues painted
our evenings, and golden shades
offered morning greetings.
With fingers laced, our connection,
now deeper than that first kiss,
and as sweet
as the taste of buttercream frosting.
And so, our dance continues,
for it is written in the clouds,
over the horizon,
within the glorious shades of the future.
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
A reposting/revision of an oldie following the celebration
of our 34th wedding anniversary. (1/21/89) ❤️
