Language

I’ve analyzed over and over,
but everything is a circle,
spinning round and round,
a kaleidoscope of confusion,
nothing makes sense.
Will it ever again?

Perhaps, it’s time for a stroll
into the forest,
time for allowing the breeze
to embrace me like the
caressing of a silk scarf,
for the fragrance of the woods
to fill me with reassurance.


I want to be touched by serenity,
to walk among nature’s offerings
and be immersed into the language
of the trees, for the standing giants
have a keen sense of awareness
.

So I will consult them.
I will bring into the open my unease
because they will unselfishly impart
the depth of their logic.

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Delivery

when vowels
and consonants join
forces, they
create a
magnetic effect so strong
grips will not loosen

their union
paints a gold sunrise
yet, they have
what it takes
to produce sharp, knife-like pain
be mindful of both

Lauren Scott © 2017
https://alongtheinterstice.wordpress.com/shadorma-november/

Candor

There are words
eager to be said
but they are stuck
in spaces
of uncertainty

I long for them
to roll out
with confidence
on their tail

but not this time

Actions
are
sometimes
frail

Perhaps the moment
will come
when honesty
will be yours
to hear 

and the look in
your eyes
will allow
me to breathe
again

Lauren Scott © 2015

Language

I unlocked the cabinet
so your words could fall out
It’s not that I didn’t hear them
I was afraid to see 
their meaning in your eyes
Who is the wise one?
Just as a butterfly is free
it’s your turn to fly and
no matter the language
you speak

I’ll still wonder why
our paths couldn’t align
Maybe my love
was too strong
and I pushed too hard
Could it be?

It’ll take time for my
emotions to settle
like dust on the shelf
until then
my sobbing will continue
to puncture the silence

 Lauren Scott © 2014