I wish the long haul would’ve been in your heart. My strings and your fingers would’ve collaborated well, I could tell. You learned the chords, major and minor, your strumming had improved, and your voice, smooth as honey. I had faith in you.
Then another passion stole your hours… writing, and I understand, I really do. And yet, it’s just me sitting in this corner of the room. Most of the time, I don’t mind. It can feel cozy and warm when the sun rises high in the sky, bringing light. But after sunset, darkness creeps in, giving me chills of loneliness.
Now and then, you dust me off and that’s when I feel joy in my body and fretboard – the soft touch of a cloth, so comforting. I feel hope in each string that you’ll gently pull me out of my black case and hold me in your arms…
to hear a verse, bridge, or melody, to immerse our souls into the notes that hold meaning…
but you simply wipe away the particles that have landed and walk out, leaving me to ponder the mysteries of humans. A painful task, I might add.
Hope never fades though because I know songs have always been a part of you, so you’ll see, someday, you and me, and music makes three.
Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
An eerie high-pitched note whirls around in young Becky’s mind as she sleeps. The howling is earsplitting, wailing just outside her window, imitating a music score in a horror film. Not that she would know because she isn’t old enough to watch scary movies, but her six-year-old imagination tells her so. The trees fall into a trance like a spell has been cast upon them. Rocking back and forth, their branches bend in unnatural ways, the tips like long, pointed fingernails scratching on the double-paned window. The howling grates on her brain like a fork scraping a plate. Raindrops pound with anger. Becky tosses and turns. She fights to stay asleep. Subconsciously, she remembers Beauty and the Beast on the wall above her headboard, the best musical ever, and how she adores Belle. She’s carried to a happy place, slowing falling back into a deep slumber, but only temporarily…
The scratching escalates, faster and wilder! The wailing blares louder than fire sirens! With eyes scrunched closed, Becky covers her ears with both hands, hoping to mute the terror. She no longer tosses and turns because her body is paralyzed by fear. She can’t even move an inch, but she has to get out of bed! It’s coming for her! It will shatter her window and climb inside! Her legs may as well be blocks of cement, but with all her might, she swings her left leg over the side of her twin-sized bed, then her right leg. She is sitting up now but has to run! No time to waste! No time for shoes! Her bare feet must carry her down the hallway to save her parents! Suddenly, Becky hears glass shatter, shards scatter on her bubblegum pink comforter! She flies off her mattress, her legs sprinting out of the room!
For a second, Becky closes her eyes while her legs move at marathon speed, the hallway never seemed so long. And just when she reaches her parent’s doorway, arms bind around her tightly in boa fashion, squeezing the air from her lungs.
“Let me go! Let me go!” She screams loud enough to shake the roof! Her arms and legs fling sporadically, fighting off the huge monster with pointy fingernails!
“Becky, it’s Mom, wake up!” Linda gently shakes her daughter, sitting on the edge of her bed. Belle and the Beast watch from the lilac wall.
“Mom! It’s coming for us! We have to get Dad! We have to leave, now!”
“Oh, sweetheart, you had a nightmare. It’s storming outside, but the three of us are safe in the house. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Oh, Mom, I was so scared! I hate the wind!” Becky manages through erratic sobs, hugging her mother, never wanting to let go.
“I don’t like it either,” Linda hugs her daughter back, loving the feel of her little girl safe in her arms. “But just close your eyes and know that Dad and I will protect you.”
And just like that, consoled by her mom, Becky lets go and rolls over onto her right side – exhaustion from the excitement finally kicking in. Her eyelids slowly close. Linda sits for a few minutes, watching her beautiful daughter fall into a peaceful sleep. Her blonde hair cascading across the fluffy pillow. Then Linda gently kisses her daughter on the forehead and quietly steps out of the room, but the earsplitting howling perpetuates. The storm isn’t due to pass for another ten hours.
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Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
I hope you all had a great weekend! Hello Monday!What a surprise for this morning to find my poem on Gobblers by Masticadores! Thank you so much to Manuela Timofte for sharing my writing. It’s an honor to be featured on her beautiful site among many talented writers. I hope you pay her a visit…
Lost Their Way
If hope was a color, mine would be blue, struggling like a bird with a broken wing tears fill weary eyes that blur they fall with an unforgiving sting My heart imitates emotional skies unseen roadblocks disguise a silver lining Wishing is what I do well, miles between, my hell, mindset craves refining…
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Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
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Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
It takes little effort to hide in the corner, darkness wraps its cloak, providing comfort, shielding weakness in eyes, no sweat needed for caving in, succumbing to silence – unchallenging…
but not the finest road to travel…
Fight your demons! Don’t choose ill-fitting armor – tighten all straps, button all buttons, snap all snaps. Fight those monsters head on! No skirting around flames, snub their glowing green eyes, look away to the other side, the side that roots for you.
Give grit freedom to fly! Strength isn’t buried – it soars with you each day, each night, in every minute and hour.
The POWER lies in your hands to flip the switch, to let your energy roar!!!
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Gearing up for Halloween with a dose of encouragement! 💚 Photo by James Bat Barrera on Pexels.com
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Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
From the hugs, cuddles, and games of fetch, Copper learned he could trust us. And so, he became family. For thirteen years, he gave us unconditional love. He crossed over the rainbow bridge this past March. It is serendipitous to know that he came into our lives in March and left our earthly world also in March – the month of new beginnings. He was a bright light in our lives that will shine eternally. This is the power of our dogs or any pet. They leave a positive, long-lasting imprint on our souls. (Part of the Preface)
Available on Amazon (click on the image above to purchase from Amazon) Click on the links below for B&N and Kobo: Barnes & Noble, e-book only on Kobo, or if you’re local, you can find a copy at Copperfield’s Books on 4th Street in San Rafael.
On the same shelf with Mary Oliver!
He Carries On
A copper-colored coat he dons Looking handsome as a celebrity icon A senior now Gray on his brow Even with pains, he carries on.
My Shadow
Feeling empty in my bones walking from room to room, where is my shadow?
I hope you’ll let Copper touch your heart like he’s touched so many already. Or perhaps, you have a friend or family member who would find comfort in reading my book. A Huge Thanks to You who have read this special poetry collection and left beautiful, heartfelt reviews. ❤️🤎🧡
If hope was a color, mine would be blue, struggling like a bird with a broken wing tears fill weary eyes that blur they fall with an unforgiving sting My heart imitates emotional skies unseen roadblocks disguise a silver lining Wishing is what I do well, miles between, my hell, mindset craves refining Well-being and safety are central forever and always beyond a wingspan but distance from this familiar coast – missing so much wasn’t the plan A welcoming ring brings fleeting ease the laughter, the conversation flows then words of goodbye, reluctantly and my delicate heart knows I’ve tried my best to be the best, but maybe… weakness bleeds into the role I play clock’s hands move faster without you minutes have lost their way
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Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
I was excited to find in my inbox that my latest poem written about this beautiful season, “Cozy Vibes” is featured today on Gobblers by Masticadores! A huge thank you to Editor, Manuela Timofte, for her continued support of my writing by sharing it on her esteemed literary site. 🩷🙏
Cozy Vibes
Sidewalks no longer sizzle beneath summer’s intense embrace – a sign anticipated by the leaves with an abundance of grace.
Each year around this time, they’re excited for the change, like a model walks the runway, new colors rearrange.
Shades of cranberries and squash warmly enter stage left…
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Lauren Scott Author – King Copper: Our dog’s life in poetry Author – Cora’s Quest (a children’s book) Author – Ever So Gently: A Collection of Poetry Author – More than Coffee: Memories of Verse and Prose Author – Finding a Balance: A Collection of Poetry Author – New Day, New Dreams: A Collection of Poetry Co-Author – Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku Co-Author – Petals of Haiku: An Anthology Co-Author – This Is How We Grow Co-Author – Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships Bi-Monthly Contributor on Gobblers by Masticadores Spillwords Author of the Month May 2023 Spillwords Publication of the Month October 2024 Spillwords Publication of the Month June 2025
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 