Tag: Hope

Waiting for Santa

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry33 Comments

Christmas tree Michael took

 

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 © 2013
(revised from 2011)
Photo credit to my son

Healing

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry34 Comments

painting

Gasping for air
with my head under water
lungs on the verge
of exploding
I’m in orbit
heading into a world
of other dimensions
where gravity
has no bearing

but stubbornness
can be a positive thing
because I have no plans
for drowning

In fact, I see a tiny speck
of light, touching
the sparkling surface
and I wonder now,
how long its been there

I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright

It’s a vital collaboration
between mind and limbs
in order for broken pieces
to be repaired
for me to begin again

and even with tears
trailing down my face
their cool embrace
brings joy
where I once felt pain

Lauren Scott © 2013
Photo: Google Images

(a little fiction; a little not)

All Over Again

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry33 Comments

Redwoods edited for blog 2013

I thought we had bid farewell
instead, while sweeping
under one of our rugs
its existence glowed
like an October prank
My sanity experienced
an immediate tug

The spirits of my shoulders
dropped with great speed
and the weight of their tears
caused my heart to sink
into a dark abyss
with rejuvenated fears

I remember being thrilled
with its absence
dancing through my days
now I look at my reflection
in the mirror and see traces
of a familiar, emotional maze

The need to blame
is so very strong
I know it’s not right
but I long for someone
to offer their hand,
catch my pleading words
as they roll from my lips
and for a face with kind eyes
to tell me this is just
a vivid nightmare,
not a rewritten script

Repeatedly, I reach for strength,
at times, feeling my fingers slipping
As I kneel, with folded hands,
my heart begs for another error
I silently pray for this presence
to stop haunting our days
and for a beautiful soul to be spared

Lauren Scott © 2013
♥

Gumption

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry39 Comments

PINK-Rose-Colored-Glasses

Life is sometimes nonsensical
If we’re not crying, we’re hysterical
trying to fit puzzle pieces together
trudging through stormy weather

Rose colored glasses don’t exist
and if they do, there must be a twist
to understanding the “todays,”
without eyes that are glazed

But I say we keep slogging
with a little bit of blogging
We’ll know when the pieces fit
and we’ll be proud of all the GRIT!

LScott © 2013
Photo: Google Images

I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun and inspiration
and I always appreciate your visits, likes and comments.
Happy Thursday, too! ♥

Cuddles’ Courageous Journey into Granbee Land (re-post)

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry9 Comments

(I pulled this from the archives; thought it would be fun to share for a Monday!)

Cuddles trotted and prodded down the slippery slope
Rain dropped in droves; her wiggly legs could hardly cope
She terribly missed her Mama and Papa so
Poor Cuddles muddled in the muddy yuck all alone

Cuddles needed critters to brighten her droopy mood
She shivered and quivered and needed some food
It wasn’t like her to constantly brood
but where was Mama and Papa, she crooned

They wouldn’t leave her by her lonesome
They’d make sure she’s protected and then some
Cuddles prayed, off and on, for friendly critters to come
Critter drifters to frolic with, so not to think of Pa and Mum

Cuddles thought of the One and how He guided her along
With the One silently beside her, though wobbly, she’d be strong
but, Cuddles had flutter butterflies in her tummy,
thinking things was wrong
‘cuz Mama and Papa was gone,
and suddenly, funny thing, she heard a song

“Hark, I hear jolly sounds,” Cuddles thought, “I hear happy hums!”
Cuddles stopped in her mucky tracks
and wondered where those hums came from
“Now they’re getting closer,” thought Cuddles, in her mind
“Oh, I do hope they’re just like my kind!”

Her paws didn’t budge, no, dare her not
Then just around the bend, a motion she done caught…

(Cuddles meets up with Granbee’s critters, http://granbee.wordpress.com,
and her journey surprises even herself,
as she continues her courageous search for Mama & Papa…
she may reunite with them again,
or she’ll mourn and grieve for some time,
then she’ll still believe in the One to take care of herself
with her new critter friends.)

Granbee hasn’t blogged for awhile,
but you can still visit her and read her delightful
Critter journey from the past.

(Original post 5/6/2012)

I hope you enjoyed and have a Marvelous Monday! ♥

Pillow

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry55 Comments

Tears fall into a pool
on my pillow
while my mind attempts
to join my body
for an evening of rest

It’s not the best night
for a mutual agreement

Instead, my stomach
entertains a live
basketball game
where thoughts dribble
and strategy is weak

The score, you ask?
It’s looking like a blowout
not in my favor

but I now see the sun
peeking into a new day
I’ve made an appointment
to get my attitude colored

I believe highlights of
optimism would be an
appealing change

then I’ll start to pave
a new path and
be on my way

LScott © 2013

Bruises

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry40 Comments

The storm was grueling
I wasn’t sure I’d get out alive
even following the aftermath
I didn’t think I’d survive

The physical blows didn’t cut
as deep as the verbal fumes
bruises became darker
leaving my emotions in ruins

(How must one touch the stars
when they feel nothing is theirs
for the reaching?

How must one climb
when their feet
seem to be slipping?)

I heard encouragement often
which made my heart swell
but words come easy when
not living in hell

In my solitary moments, I pondered
over those adjectives and verbs
and finally grasped the strength
to pull me up and move me forward

It’s not easy to break away
from the storm
but Hope is the illumination
that will always bring us home

LScott © 2013

I prefer writing in first person, but the content is fiction.
However, I wrote this for those who have been
or are in abusive relationships.
I hope and pray they find a way out;
no one is deserving of anything less than being treated
with love and respect.
♥