She wonders
why the music
had to end
and if the dance
will begin again
The lyrics play
over and over
in her mind,
yet the melody
remains silent
for a lifetime
Lauren Scott © 2016
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New Beginning
The first day of spring
has come and gone
and only a speck
of sun has shown
Instead, tears fall
from the sky at dawn
and leaves remain
windblown
Lauren Scott © 2016
(For those of you who read my previous post,
you’ll know that poetry inspiration has been nil.
These words recently came to me though, and I
hope you enjoy.)
Checking in
Dear Friends,
It’s been over three months since I’ve been in blogland, and I’m still unsure of my plans. But I wanted to say “hello” and see how you’re doing. I’ve been busy in school, taking another English class and writing a lot. However, I haven’t written poetry since I left for my blog break. Inspiration has been scarce, but hopefully I’ll find some soon. Anyway, I hope the new year has been great to you so far, and I wish for the coming months to be just as wonderful!
I’m closing with an old haiku from years ago and wishing you all a very Happy Friday! Sending much love, Lauren♥
First Light
waking up early
peeking over the hilltop
its rays hug with warmth
Lauren Scott @ 2011
Photo: My son
Hiatus Time
Dear Friends,
I’m leaving blogland for awhile (again), and I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. My muse just left for her Christmas vacation, so the timing works out fine. 🙂
Anyway, I wish you all a peaceful, joyous, and safe time during the holidays
and a very Happy New Year!
Sending hugs, love and blessings,
Lauren ♥
You Calm Me
When a tornado storms
through my work day and
my desk is the aftermath
When my brain is frazzled and
I’m ready for a bubble bath
I may hesitate when the phone rings
because there’s so much to do
but when I hear your voice
I know I’ll pull through
Lauren Scott © 2015
🙂 ♥
Warmth and Wise Words from Tuesdays
As a piggyback to my previous post, everyone has their struggles, moments when they feel defeated, when they need to cry. (Because of the situation, our moments will be ongoing until..well, we don’t know. We only know what we know right now, which entails a lot of gray area.) But after the moments, they get up, they move forward, and they smile again. One day at a time and all is good…thanks again to all of you who offered prayers, hugs and support…
This weekend, my daughter and I did some Christmas shopping (avoiding black Friday madness), and it was a great mom/daughter time. Santa brought me an early gift, something I needed, adding some fun (and warmth) to life…
“Behind every successful woman is a fabulous pair of shoes” 🙂
To those of you in the U.S., I hope your Thanksgiving was peaceful and special. And for everyone visiting here, I hope your weekend was the same! ♥
I’m re-reading Tuesdays with Morrie, written by Mitch Albom. Long story short, Morrie was Mitch’s old college professor, who was dying from ALS. Most of us has someone special in our lives who made a heartfelt impact. For Mitch that person was Morrie. Mitch met with Morrie each Tuesday for Morrie’s last class. The subject was The Meaning of Life, taught from experience. Although Morrie was dying, he kept a positive attitude. Through his genuine, loving, and heart-tugging manners, he taught all who knew him “how to die so they could learn to live.”
I’m ending with advice from Morrie (so much profoundness in this book). It will change your perspective on life…
Mitch asked Morrie, “do you ever feel sorry for yourself?”
“Sometimes, in the mornings. That’s when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands-whatever I can still move-and I mourn what I’ve lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I’m dying. But then I stop mourning.”
“Just like that?” Mitch asked again.
“I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I’m going to hear. On you-if it’s Tuesday. Because we’re Tuesday people.”
My wish is that when you leave here, you take away something positive that will benefit you in your life, in whatever you’re going through…
Much love,
Lauren ♥
Hidden
Dear PSC,
Your invisibility plays havoc
On how she is perceived
For when you strike,
She hurts and so do we
You don’t show your face
The pain is from within
But it’s no less horrific
Yet she won’t let you win
She’ll fight with both fists
Even from the ground
You may land a good punch
But you won’t keep her down
Our hearts hurt for her
She’s our precious daughter
We’ll fight you by her side
Come hell or high water
Lauren Scott © 2015
(for S ♥)
Today
This morning
I wake to the end
of a week
The sun will soon
join me
for the day to begin
But as I drink my coffee
and type these words,
people are fighting
for their lives
against ugly diseases
Homeless men,
women, and
children
are trying
not to freeze
As I relish
this moment
of peace,
strife is invading
many lives
without invitation
all around the world,
Our world
So I will not
take for granted
what others long for
Lauren Scott © 2015
(more thoughts than a poem)
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 