Book release: Ever So Gently!!!!!

I am thrilled to announce the release of my new poetry collection, Ever So Gently! But first let me tell you the meaning behind the title…

I had organized this 90-poem collection into three parts: Nature, Love, and Life, and yet a book title still remained in hiding. And then one of my poems stood out titled, “Ever So Gently” and it’s as though a lightbulb turned on. Everything clicked. Then I began to ponder how we live each day. It’s easy to live ‘gently’ when things happen according to our plans. But what if they don’t? What if heartache befalls us? Do we react ‘gently’ or do we press the panic button? I’ve done both, but I’m trying to focus on ‘gentle.’ And while in this mindset, I thought of the love my heart has felt, the tranquility and companionship of nature, and the good and not so good that life has tossed my way. So, I offer you the beginning of my introduction in the book…

In Ever So Gently, Lauren Scott shares her strong link to nature, taking the reader on a tranquil walk through a redwood grove. You’ll find an invitation to sit quietly on a patio, captivated by the simple beauty of a hummingbird. She’ll entice you to revel on the shore of a freshwater lake, mesmerized by its stunning beauty.

Scott shares how love has shaped her life. From that first delicious kiss to celebrating decades of marriage through a love that deepens over time. How her heart melted when she became a mom, then ached when her children started their adult lives across country. And how her adorable canine companions found their way into her heart.

Scott underscores how life presents mysteries we struggle to solve. We can’t help but ponder the deeper meaning of a simple vision. She prompts you to reminisce and reflect on your past, present, and future. Through the ups and downs, what matters most is to love and live ever so gently.

When I read Scott’s poetry, I know I’ll unearth thoughts and feelings deeply personal to her life, reflections that will undoubtedly resonate with mine. The experience of what it is to be human, the shared longings and losses, and the way love shapes our days is the thread that ties this collection together.

This book of about 90 poems is divided into three parts. The first is a peaceful exploration of nature; the second, Scott’s appreciation of the many forms of love in her life; and finally, a series of poems on a broader scope of thoughts. They’re all lovely and positive with an underlying theme of love and appreciation. This is a feel-good collection of both free-form and syllabic poetry that I’m delighted to recommend.

A few favorites: “The Hummingbird’s Quest” (from the section on nature). “The World is Broken,” “If the Universe would Share,” and “Mom’s Plea” (from the section on loved ones). “Maybe,” and “Other Worlds” (from the section on broader reflections). A romantic beauty:

The Giver

He pulls me
into myself so
I may see
qualities
he loved from the beginning
though his perception
runs deeper –
mine, a trace of clouds,
then he lifts
my heart and
soul to the starlit sky where
our dreams become us.

The Hummingbird’s Quest

We hold our breath.
Its wings flutter at a possible
eighty times per second, so we’ve read.

It closes the distance between us,
and we know it eyes the dangling
rosy petals. But below those blossoms
lies the sleeping dog. He wouldn’t be
the least bit interested in the winged
creature, but the winged creature
doesn’t know this to be true.

And so, we watch our tiny friend
flit to within a few feet of the blooms,
then disappointment lands in our thoughts
as it retreats to the maple,
camouflaged to the naked eye
.

If only it could be brave.
If only it knew there was no threat below
from the eighty-pound sleeping beast.
In fact, the beast quietly snores,
and we are confident
he is dreaming of squirrels. 

Robbie Cheadle
Diana W. Peach
Balroop Singh
Cindy Georgakas
Colleen Chesebro
Yvette Prior
Selma Martin
Sally Cronin

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Heartbeat

Henry was engrossed in a gripping James Patterson novel when his heart jumped a beat. The second episode this week. It skipped again. He called his daughter in the kitchen, and her fingers found the buttons on her cell for emergency. The sun was setting on this Friday when paramedics arrived. Henry was soon x-rayed. Linda called her older sister, and they learned from Dr. Roberts that their elderly dad’s heart was giving up. They knew their parents would soon be reunited. Monday morning, their loving father took his last breath. He would once again dance with his sweetheart.

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© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
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I know this…

We don’t live forever,
I know this,
just as sunlight and moonbeams
can’t shine simultaneously,
but sometimes I feel
like he and I
will transcend the inevitable.


Imagining the opposite
is unimaginable
because it means one of us
will be left alone with our tears
to sweep up the shattered pieces
of our hearts
in every room we step into.

It means going solo
through
every sunrise,
every sunset.

It’s okay to daydream,
isn’t it?


It’s alright to feel
we’ll live forever,
isn’t it?

What is life
without dreams,
without fantasy?


Reality hides
in the shadows,
I know this,
but until life changes,
I’ll live in my fantasy,
knowing he’ll be beside me
eternally.


© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Saturday Night & The Reward

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Saturday Night
Part 1

Sherry serves lasagna while Dave dishes up salad on this Saturday evening. Raindrops gently dance on the roof.  

“The lasagna looks delicious, Hon!”

“I agree, and I’ve been starving, lately. Guess why?”

“Well, you’ve been working more, training new hires, so I’m not surprised.”

“True, but guess again,” Sherry says with smiling eyes as she sits down.

“You’re pregnant!” Dave jumps from his chair, races around the table, and pulls his wife into his arms.

“I waited for tonight to tell you!”

“Oh, Sher, we’re going to be parents!” Dave leans in, kissing her passionately.

A beautiful autumn baby…

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The Reward
Part 2

“I’m about to be a mommy,” Sherry voices, lying in the hospital room. But her nerves jump when the delivery enters her mind.

“Hon, I wish I had magic words,” Dave reaches for his wife’s hand, consoling her.

“It’s okay, Honey. I still don’t want meds. I want to feel every bit of this miracle.”

During contractions, Sherry focuses on breathing, and six hours later, she and Dave joyfully welcome their baby girl on this September afternoon.

Holding little Jessica in her arms, taking in those rosebud lips, euphoria flows through her veins, and the pain slips Sherry’s mind.

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Hope you enjoyed these stories! Have a great week ahead, and Happy 4th of July to those of you in the U.S.!

❤️❤️❤️

Toots and Circles

Perhaps he was a Western Screech Owl
that I heard outside our bedroom window
in the early darkness before the sun
fashioned its glorious arrival.
I cannot say with conviction,
but it is certain he proclaimed his presence
with his high-pitched toots.

And what I’d like to know…

was he aware that just before
he sang his series of notes
our alarm would,
in a matter of minutes,
sound off in its circle’s ringtone?

And did he realize at this time
when most homes on the street
have not awakened,
we make our preferred dark roast
from old faithful Mr. Coffee,
then sit together in harmony
for soft conversation?

That this routine, though understated
for some, would not be the same,

would not provide the equivalent comforting
experience if one of us was not present?

I shudder to imagine such a scenario…

because this early morning moment commenced

with the toot of our neighboring friend in nature

is happening now,

and now is where I desire to be.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com

Tender Reminiscence

Remember in our younger years
how you’d touch your lips to mine
while standing on the step
when we cold-shouldered time?
No letting-go desire of the
embrace that held us near
No care in the world was matched
in that moment that we shared
Who knew those doorstep kisses
would carry us this distance?
(floating in a state-of-mind
of tender reminiscence)

Lauren Scott (c) ❤️
Do you have memories
of doorstep kisses?

The World Travelers

In those early years
when possibilities
lined up on their doorstep,
they saw themselves
roaming streets of Italy,
savoring pasta,
sipping Frappato.
They saw themselves
walking streets of France
in a cloud of romance.
They saw themselves
driving roads of Ireland
flanked by lush green
countryside.
But over time, they learned
plans can be navigated
only so far
before life takes the wheel.
They haven’t sipped Frappato
or walked warmly
in that cloud,
and they haven’t
witnessed
that countryside…yet.
But over mountains,
through down pours
and gusty winds,
and days when
sherbet-colored skies
lifted their spirits,
their fingers remained
intertwined.

Not only has love
in their hearts prevailed,
but cravings still carbonated
for each other’s company.
It seems they have traveled
the trip of a lifetime.

Lauren Scott (c) 2022

Behind Closed Doors – Book Review

Today, I have the pleasure of introducing you to Robbie Cheadle, a wonderful poet and author of children’s books, paranormal historical, and supernatural fantasy. She is also a prolific baker of delicious cakes that she includes in her books and blog posts. I thoroughly enjoyed her poetry book, Behind Closed Doors.

Behind Closed Doors by Robbie Cheadle is a collection of various style poems such as freeform, tanka, haiku, and limerick. Robbie touches on many aspects of life evoking a myriad of emotions. She writes beautifully with strong convictions about marriage, motherhood, dreams, her struggles of working in the corporate world, living in lockdown during the pandemic, and about social issues she finds distressing. Whether her words speak of joy or anguish, they are fiercely passionate.

I personally connected to “Contrasting Colors” because of my strong marriage and relationship with my husband. Robbie creates a lovely metaphorical comparison between her and her husband, showing just how much they complement each other. I really liked the format of this poem. In “He Walks Away” her words paint the picture of her son who is no longer the little boy whose mom’s kisses cured all pain, but a young man who she will need to let go for him to find his way in the world. As an empty nester, my heart felt her bittersweet emotions.

Environmentally, I was drawn to “I saw a fish a-swimming” and “If the polar icecaps doth melt.” Robbie emphasizes the tragic effects of global warming not only on the planet, but on living creatures. She writes with concern and compassion, and some poems are written as twisted limericks bearing nothing but the truth. My stomach felt just as twisted after reading these powerful reminders. But even in trying times, Robbie includes, “Can you see the butterflies?” This poem offers delightful imagery, imploring the reader to dash outside in that very moment to embrace nature’s beauty.

I highly recommend Behind Closed Doors for fans who revel in finding themselves relating to the messages or scenarios, therefore sinking into the deeper meanings.

Thank you for stopping by, and I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Robbie’s book. Simply click on “Buy on Amazon” below the image. You can also visit Robbie at her blog: https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/

~Lauren Scott ❤️