I wish you could feel
the words I hold in my heart
tender to the touch in
a part of me for only you
I wish you could taste
the words in my mouth
sensing their passion
and meet me later
under the blanket of stars
Lauren Scott © 2015
Category: Poetry
Tanglewood
I would walk downstairs
for breakfast and Morton,
the parrot, would greet me
in his feathery way and
I would wish him the same.
I had a friend who was a boy
but it wasn’t what you think.
We were only five years old
and at the time, it was a
friendship to behold.
Our neighborhood mascot was
Sam, the frog and he
was the size of a football.
He wasn’t as fun as a dog
but when we moved I missed him.
Mom made me a frog
I could keep forever
(out of red corduroy and beans).
These are some things I recall
since five years old was eons ago.
Fourth of July was fun with Dad
setting off amazing fireworks
in the sky for my youthful eyes.
On the first day of kindergarten
I stepped up into the big, yellow
school bus, wearing a plaid jumper
and black and white saddle shoes
with excitement and no sign of the blues.
A memory that sticks with a frown
is my short, pixie haircut
I had to wear around town!
Lauren Scott © 2015
Photo: Google images
(A little bit of fun but sorry, no pics of the haircut!)
🙂
One Kiss
I stare at this
blank page,
white as the
blanketed ground
in winter’s staging
Where are the syllables
I crave to create a
mixture of magic?
I fear they have traveled
to faraway places,
across desert dunes
and boundless oceans,
and might not return
so that I may tell him
(again)
how he’s irreplaceable
Instead
I’ll just kiss him
and steady myself
in the arms of a man
who is satisfied
with my simple
existence
Lauren Scott © 2015
Crystal Ball
Imagine the future visible through a magic globe,
what is it you would wish to know?
Would peace of mind follow the facts
or would your mind be less relaxed?
Long awaited answers would fill in the blanks;
no more wondering, but would you give thanks?
Learning the future and after all is said
could strip your days of joy, filling you with dread
So living in the here and now might just be the best
instead of venturing into this mysterious quest
Lauren Scott © 2015
Google image
I don’t think I’m the only one whose mind wanders into the future,
especially in the beginning of a new year,
so this is just something fun (or not) to think about.
But for now, I’ll just take each day as it comes
and enjoy the anticipation!
🙂
The Best Gift
Do you live in color, shades of gray or black and white?
Do smiles grace your face as often as they should?
It’s a stretch to dodge the tears and let joy shine through
when times are tough and you’ve done all you could
There are no magic words to take away the sting
or miracle tunes to make you dance along the way
Just a hug and a shoulder and an ear to listen
all from my heart, I offer you this rich bouquet
Lauren Scott © 2014
(Google images photo)
Early New Year Wishes :)
There were…
high points to this year
low points to bear
tears to dry
from reasons to cry
lessons to learn by
adventures to try
demons to fight
wrongs to right
resolutions completed
some deleted
but looking back
we see the impact
another year of living
the gift of existing
So accelerate in high gear
no invite for fear
Pour the bubbles
forget your troubles
Clink and Chime
Celebrate Big Time!
Lauren Scott © 2014
One year later, I share this poem again
with sincere wishes of a wonderful, joyful,
productive 2015 for you all
and a safe celebration for ringing in the New Year!
With love, Lauren
Waiting for Santa
Magic fills the air tonight; Rudolph leads the way
as they’ll land on the roof in the big, glorious sleigh
Her enthusiasm is charming; she’s bursting with glee
making cookies for Santa to set by the tree
It sparkles with colors, all shiny and bright
with tinsel and popcorn and lights of white
She sets the cookies where he won’t miss them
with a bowl of carrots so the reindeer can have some
As darkness arrives, her bedtime is near
inside her heart, she’s holding great cheer
With one eye open, she’s too excited to sleep
but slumber prevails so she hears not a peep
She rises with the sun, joyfully wiggling
waking her parents with constant giggling
They enter the room to find many surprises,
gifts hugging their tree in all different sizes
She was thrilled to see only cookie crumbs lie
and the carrots were eaten by reindeer in the sky
Their tree was so pretty, standing tall and proud
She hugged Mommy and Daddy and thanked Santa out loud
May we all experience the magic of this Holiday Season
with childlike excitement~
♥
Lauren Scott © 2011
Photo credit to my son
(This poem is beginning to be a tradition
since I’ve re-posted it in the last few years.
But even so, I hope the magic is reborn
with each new holiday season.)
Our Time
Maybe we found love at the right moment in our lives
the clouds were formed perfectly; the planets were aligned
The sun rose brightly just for us over green hills beyond
the birds shared a lovely chorus with the sun at dawn
I can’t imagine how life would be without your smile
the joy it provides carries me for a million miles
And when I hear your laugh, you have me laughing, too,
and there is no resisting your magnetic baby blues
My mind wondered off and on if true love would ever find me
many moments were wasted with unnecessary worry
Then when I couldn’t prepare, love took me by surprise
after being held in your arms and one look in your eyes
I pray we get the chance, hand in hand, to grow old together
rocking on our cute front porch through any kind of weather
At sunrise, I only wish to feel your warmth and see your loving face
and I know it was meant to be for us to share life’s wonderful embrace
Lauren Scott © 2014
(Photo: Our wedding day, 1/21/89)
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 