Those were the days
of jumping off
diving boards,
playing Marco Polo,
swimming like mermaids
to heart’s content,
working up appetites
for sweet fruit
ready for picking,
playing board games
with sticky fingers,
laughing at clumsy
motor skills,
yet reveling in the
simplicity of it all
and life was the best
Lauren Scott © 2015
Just yesterday
I went for a walk
by myself
but I wasn’t lonely
until I slipped and fell
into a puddle of
infatuation
There was no one to catch me
Once I gained my composure
I was only sure of confusion
and I wondered how
my clothes would dry
Puddles were in abundance
He is only being himself,
I silently conjectured
The air was cold
The wind insistent
I felt myself trembling
with only the truth
to blame
Lauren Scott © 2015
While sitting in this memory
my eyes begin to water
as my mind wanders through
the road together we traveled
but as tears fall, their love washes
over all that was unraveled
leaving a smile on my face
knowing his love and humor
will always leave a trace
for this moment and into my future
While sitting in this memory
I hold deeply in my heart
what once was of the man
whose presence I miss
Lauren Scott © 2015
(written for a friend)
♥
She sleeps in her bed
with a comforter made of
pastel colored flowers and
a soft pillow for her head
Dreaming of silvery manes
and bows on white horses
as they ride on a carousel
with draped, sparkling reins
Outside her window, though
she hears shuffles and squeaks
and feels a bit frightful
from the night time show
Mom sings calming tunes
convincing her precious girl
the sounds were only the
language of raccoons
Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google images
(This was a “daughter” memory from years ago) ♥
Gray, breezy day
with songs of the ocean
serenading
young children at play
with their imaginations
creating happy faces
and pancakes
in sandy surfaces
delighted to
collect seashells
and half broken
sand dollars
with a feeling of
great accomplishment
Lauren Scott © 2014
(This beautiful painting by Lamarr Kramer
was found on Google and there’s nothing like the
innocence of children and the simplest things in life
that brings delight to them.
This was written from a memory with my son.)
I heard about this poetry form, Cinquain, during one of my visits to http://purplesplatitudes.wordpress.com. If you get the chance, stop by Michael’s blog. His writing is wonderful and he ventures into different poetry forms and emotions. I know you won’t be disappointed!
I would definitely call these “rough drafts” and more practicing is in the future, but I hope you enjoy…♥
When they were Young
Giggles,
barefoot on cool
grass, swinging in summer
breeze, smiles bigger than Texas state
the past
Diagnosis
Covered
ears with shaky
hands, unbelievable
echoes of pain flow in and out
fear not?
Chocolate
Craving
comfort food, oh,
something creamy sounds good
gooey, sinfully delicious
dark, though
Lauren Scott © 2014
I was reminiscing of an old friend
from many years ago…
Card design and yellow rose by my wonderful friend,
Angela at pathwayofpoetry.com.
Does this evoke memories of
someone special
from your past? ♥
Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet 