Duet

Our dance
continues
beneath
the sheets

where our
movements

stay in sync

taking turns
as conductor,
we never
miss
a beat

this melody
we composed
has us only
wanting more

leading to
a beautiful
crescendo,

absolutely
loving

the score

LScott Β© 2015

Voices

They are in control of
Their content and volume

They can spread love universally
Their intent can increase cruelty
They are powerful to a higher degree
Their gift is not to be taken in vain
They are us, they are you, and they are we
Their capability can beautify our world
They are counting on us to nurture
Their ability to mend what. has. been. broken.

Lauren Scott Β© 2015

 

Daydreamer

Does the summer breeze
carry thoughts of me to you?
Do your dreams paint pictures of us?
I wish to be the place you go
at the end of your day
I don’t want to be a fraction
in your life equation
I long to be your sole distraction

Lauren Scott Β© 2015

Deepest Emotion

 

Hibiscus

Whether love works or whether it doesn’t
Whether timing is on or whether it isn’t
Love simply is
It seeps into our minds
and weaves into our hearts

Every sense is aware of its presence
We can feel it, hear it, say it, taste it
Try as we might to escape,
we’re captured with intensity
never felt before

Sometimes life guides us to letting go
but in the midst of elation, we hold on
and allow our hearts to soar

 

Lauren Scott Β© 2015
Photo is mine: Hibiscus in Pt. Reyes Station, CA

(I’m not sure this could be called poetry;
it’s more of random thoughts I felt like sharing) πŸ™‚

Wishing you a Terrific Tuesday! β™₯

Transformation

I find myself going the wrong way
at rapid speed and I’m so preoccupied
that I miss the gap in the road before
tumbling in. Darkness surrounds me
with verve. A smooth texture is cool
under my fingertips and less frightening
than my imagination. Still, uncertainty
and fear consume me. Strength has always
been my friend. Weakness has been an
acquaintance. I rely on my friend and
ever so slowly, with fingers gripping each
little crevice, I find my way out and am
blessed to feel sunshine on my shoulders

Lauren Scott Β© 2015
(The darkness in this poem is fiction
and the sunshine is reality)