Category: Poetry

A Plea

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Prose40 Comments

I remember our conversation, effort to
calm emotions, phone glued to ear like
a natural extension. Her voice, exhausted…
“When will this be over?” She asked Dad
days later, more like a plea. He could be
gentle or travel the path of honesty. I don’t
know the words he pulled from his language
of a sixty-seven-year love…how he tiptoed
through the reply, though tenderly, I imagine,
since his heart was shattering into millions
of minute fragments. Her time was close.
Our awareness vigilant. Each day, another
breath held until the hands of time would
pause. Then as quickly as the sun fades
behind rolling hills, raindrops splash upon us.
She had ascended. Moments of memories
to follow. But not one day passes without
celebrating her life. Not one day slips by
without her knowing how much she is
loved and missed.

Lauren Scott (c)
Mom would be 101 today,
and since she loved her roses,
we dedicate this beauty for her. ❤️

The Mess

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry29 Comments

During the visit,
there’s something about
the clothes strewn on the floor
soon to be dumped in the washer,
wallet lying on the dresser,
cell plugged in,
bed comforter in shambles

because the messiness
means he’s home.

Now with air miles accumulated
back in the familiar time zone,
his room shines, neatness
grating on my nerves,
silence like receiving
the cold shoulder.

My hand pulls back the comforter,
tousling, creating wrinkles and lumps
in the navy fabric as though rumpled
from a restful night’s sleep,
then I pull some old shirts from the
closet, tossing them on the floor
just so I can pretend the good-byes
hadn’t found freedom.

Lauren Scott (c)

Giggles

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry37 Comments

We used to hear them,
giggles in the distance,
running behind bushes,
hiding against stucco.
Houses on the block, vacant?
Not devoid of humans,
but maybe lacking
excitement to frolic
beneath sun’s rays,
sing with the robins,
gaze at
acrobatic squirrels
in the tall oaks.
Perhaps, sneaky screens
stole that amusement,
those precious,
memory-making moments
spent outdoors.

Lauren Scott (c)

Tiny Treasures by the Sea

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Haiku, Poetry43 Comments

precious works of art
remain forever priceless
as time ticks away

rocks and shiny shells
of all shapes and colors bring
joy to childlike hearts

sandy shore offers
troves of tiny treasures for
imaginations

smooth-as-silk green glass
in clay molded with fancy
edges shows vision

paintbrush through fingers
brows furrowed, concentrating
cherished masterpiece

tiny hands create
a piece of art, melting the
heart decades later

Lauren Scott (c)
Our son made this
when he was little,
forever priceless. ❤️

The Sweetness in Life

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Prose38 Comments

If we listed in longhand the number of sweet things in life, our lists would be never-ending. We’d write constantly, the pen would never get a rest, the amount of paper we’d need would be extensive, and our hand would begin to scream from exhaustion. Well, I haven’t been writing forever, and you know I’m typing this post, but here are a few sweet things that come to mind, and I hope we never take our lists for granted…
Swimming in a sparkling lake that soothes the body from scorching heat and sweat of the day, reading a book you can’t put down – a real page-turner that interrupts chores, walking beneath a cerulean sky, hiking on a mountain top hearing birds practicing their choral selection sitting high in the tall trees and those sky-scraping trees shading your path, listening to the joyful giggles of children, observing in awe a star-filled night, touching soft, tiny feet of a baby who smiles back at you, witnessing your children’s triumphs, knowing someone gets you, that first fall into love, whispers of a warm, summer breeze, viewing graceful butterflies in flight, new vivid blooms in springtime, unexpected acts of kindness, answered prayers, writing down those thoughts, a hummingbird flitting about, melodies that comfort the heart and mind, and melodies that get you on your feet and make you wanna dance, a creamy chocolate indulgence, and a tender, slow kiss on the lips…truly the icing on the cake.

Lauren Scott (c) ❤️
My son made this carrot cake, my favorite dessert of all,
and believe me, it was divine!
Carrot cake is also the topic of a fun
and sentimental story
in my book, More than Coffee.

The Cheerleader

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry32 Comments

Light
follows
darkness like
earth shadows the
sun, but its timing,
fickle unlike morning’s
entrance each day. Thus, if gloom
lurks within arm’s reach, keep courage
nearby, for the great cheerleader of
grit will spot that beam displaying hues so
vivid, bursting with something larger than
we can imagine and can’t exist
without for a contented ride.
It takes digging deep into
the depths of our souls to
unearth the chief spark
of all notions,
shimmering,
welcomed…
Hope.

Lauren Scott (c)
Pink rose from our garden.

In Technicolor

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry34 Comments

A time so long ago,
yet the memory
in technicolor…
I want to rip the page
from my mind’s
photo album,
because my heart
was foolish
to fall for that man,
our skies different
our dreams astray,
but the heart’s pulse
beats to a tune
of its own choosing,
never inspired
by logic,
nor will it ever be
shatterproof.
But this man wasn’t
a cockroach.
I never wished
to stomp on him,
like others
who preceded.
And so, I’m grateful,
for without that page
I wouldn’t have
stumbled
upon the path
that led me
to my love at last.

Lauren Scott (c)

The Depot

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry20 Comments

Energy of
hustle and bustle
buzzes from
one table
to the next
Baristas move
like lightning
creating magic
in a mug
Legs swing
and bounce
to rock ‘n’ roll
flowing from
speakers above
Chatter and laughter
drift among
clinking glasses
Crackling flames
of reds and yellows
tango in the fire-pit,
and when he sips,
mustache catches all
prompting my imagination
to a beige caterpillar
resting on his upper lip
My chai,
sweet perfection,
like this moment with him
at the corner shop
in downtown.

Lauren Scott (c)