
Try not to maintain
tunnel vision because if
boundaries are not
expanded, your view may not
be filled with stunning options.

Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend ahead. ❤️
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Try not to maintain
tunnel vision because if
boundaries are not
expanded, your view may not
be filled with stunning options.
Happy Friday and wishing you a wonderful weekend ahead. ❤️
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Sun spills in
through billowing curtains
gently though
so not to startle dreams
Sated bodies delight
in love tangling
Sheets silky soft
caress skin
nothing can compare
to this moment
that shouldn’t end
but we bid farewell
to moonlight
knowing we have sunlight
to share
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
This poem is from my book, New Day, New Dreams.
Enjoy the romance and the weekend. ❤️
Photo by Szabu00f3 Viktor on Pexels.com
While I work on my upcoming poetry collection entitled, Ever So Gently, I am delighted to still watch beautiful reviews for More than Coffee continue to trickle in. As I mention in the preface, “Whatever roast I sip, it’s the people, places, experiences, and memories that matter most to me-coffee just happens to be a bonus.” And this is exactly what compiling these memories was all about in the first place. Of course, you can sip any drink you enjoy while (I hope) relishing my stories and poems. But I’ll add that the cover of the book is a photo that was taken at Spider Lake in The Sierra, a favorite backpacking spot of mine and my husband’s. And there’s nothing like a hot cup of coffee in the mountains in the early morning hours when the sun is just waking up.
A big thanks to Michele, Debby, Darlene, and Alex (Trish) who are fabulous writers in our amazing online community! ❤️
Reading the poems and stories found in More than Coffee, by Lauren Scott, felt like being served a combination of delicious home-cooked food, with hot coffee of course, engaging in conversation with a friend, and strolling through family photo albums. If you are in the mood for a wholesome read about family, written by a writer who comes across as grateful, sentimental, and compassionate, then I recommend Scott’s charming memories in verse and prose.
By DGKaye
A beautiful book of short slices of poignant moments of life in the author’s life, enhanced with poetic snapshots of life.
Scott invites us into her gratitude, loving memories and pieces of time that were stepping stones to her growth in life and relationships. I could relate to her stories, even though they were her stories. How legend Barbra Streisand was her idol and spurred on her love for music and singing into her hair brush microphone, how in a moment she knew her husband would become the love of her life and how time played out until their meeting was ripe.
Memories in verse and prose of personal times and achievements in romance, love growth, like when the nest became empty, love and loss with her father in law, pushing limits to go backpacking in later years. Written in a personal telling as though the author opened up her heart and shared memories, inviting us into her slices of life that many of us will find relatable in our own lives. This book is a love letter of gratitude of a life well lived and felt.
I enjoy the natural, easy-to-relate-to, style of Lauren Scott’s writing. In the preface, she mentions that – “Whatever roast I sip, it’s the people, places, experiences, and memories that matter most to me-coffee just happens to be a bonus.” I’m sure I will be forgiven for relaxing with a cup of tea as I relaxed and devoured her collection of short vignettes and poems inspired by her life, past and present. Some of my favourite pieces include “Silver Heirlooms”; memories of parents no longer with us. “Red Lipstick” which made me recall watching my own mother put on her make-up. “Belong” is a perfect poem for couples in love; perfect for Valentine’s Day. “97 Years” is a wonderful legacy of a man of substance and made me think of my dear mom and how she had to deal with the loneliness of the pandemic. “The Phone Call” reminded me of my daughter and our lengthy phone calls discussing everything and bringing us closer in spite of an ocean between us. There is something for everyone in this well-written collection which is definitely more than coffee.
By Alex Craigie
This collection of poetry and short stories is described by Lauren Scott as ‘memories in verse and prose’. She has captured the mood and experiences so well, they resonated and reminded me of my own.
The author writes about simple, everyday moments. In The Right Time her poem about letting go of things contains a familiar note of caution – “some things do need to be held onto.
To let go of everything/would be like watching a balloon/ escaping into the big blue sky/ slowly fading away.”
These short pieces delight, comfort, amuse, and paint grief and longing as effectively as a full-length novel. Laughing Spiders made me chuckle with recognition (as an arachnophobe) whereas The Phone Call is a poignant piece about empty nesters. 1989 tells of falling in love but carries a warning:
“Don’t ever think you can change someone. Accept them for who they are or move on.” This advice could save many a relationship!
The selection is personal but the truths captured within them speak to everyone. There are references to family life and the grief of losing parents, but also to well-observed moments including backpacking and camping trips, singing in concert halls and falling in love.
Two of my favourite pieces are Simple Existence and The Gift – both are syllabic poems and the writing is exquisite. These are poems that made me stop and take stock. They gave me goosebumps.
Below are two favorites mentioned in these reviews:
The Gift
Tranquility embraces –
the sun’s exit advances.
Listening to whispers
among the trees,
our time here is a gift,
and when we depart,
the gift will belong
to someone else.
Belonging
Do you trust me? Will you
take my hand and let me
lead the way to a place
transcending boundaries
of our reality? Let us get
lost in tranquility –
dancing to the majesty of
the surroundings, feeling
rhythm vibrate through our
bones. For as long as our
hearts desire, this is our
destination. Time is but
a memory. Its existence
leaves no trace on the path
where we tread. There is
only you, me, and the intensity
of our belonging to each other.
And another favorite of other’s for this new season of spring. One daffodil in the sunshine provided inspiration…
The Teacher
Its canary boldness
rises up to the sun
alone, yet not lonely,
hearing nothing,
but wearing bravery
on each petal –
standing tall with
spirit in lean
green attire, as if
soaking up the day’s
endless possibilities.
I am grateful for these lovely reviews and for all that my book has received. And Thank You in advance to those who may decide to sink into my memories in the future. And as I’ve read here in the land of blogging, reviews are like hugs, so if you enjoy my book, well, I won’t ask...🤗
Thanks so much for stopping by and for reading!
Stay well and happy,
Lauren ❤️
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
listen intently
inhale, exhale, feel the calm
your soul will thank you
secrets ride the waves
ebbing, flowing in turquoise
we are not privy
whispers in the surf
ambiguous to discern
relish in their song
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo taken along California coast near Carmel.
I was adopted…
Two dogs lived with me
a kind woman cared for us
but it wasn’t home
I waited for the feeling
then they walked through the front door
girl, boy, and mother
spoke to me, gentle voices
showing interest
mother and woman shook hands
I jumped in the car, smiling
sniffing in the yard
marking my territory
sniffing through the house
each corner felt like comfort
finally, I found my home
mom, Dad, and children
walked me, played chase, tennis balls
somersaulted on
soft grass. Fetching was fun, but
letting go I did not like
they taught me commands
to sit, stay, come, heal, lie down
I love to shake paw
I learned quickly and got treats
and lots of loving cuddles
humans say time flies
almost thirteen, I’m old now
but with my people
who don’t hit, kick, or starve me
I am loved and protected
sad faces on screen
anger hearts of compassion
unthinkable acts
please throw them your safety net
adoption saves lives for all
p.s. I love my family so much!
In honor of National Poetry Month, Copper wanted me to share his new poem. He hopes you enjoyed learning how he found his forever family, and that adopting dogs and cats is really, really important.
He sends you big kisses for a Happy, Happy Day! ❤️❤️
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
I hope these quotes and images leave you with a sense of wonder and inspiration for days to come.
Do you have a favorite that resonates with you?
Take good care, remember to breathe, and don’t forget to smile,
Lauren ❤️
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
One foot first
then the other,
he stepped inside,
warm ambience
enfolded him,
greetings from
arms open wide…
friendly faces,
smiles seemingly
sincere,
but for only
seconds
before those arms
turned on him,
pushing him out
with smiles
vanishing into
murky atmosphere
he stumbled backwards
over the darkened line
not to be missed
(it was there
for their purpose)
a tug
from the welcome
being extracted
out of his trusting heart
gave him pause
How many rings?
How far
from the inner circle
did he land?
And does it really matter?
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
I am short in height
a little thick in middle
stress-free maintenance
every other month
dunk my roots in cool water
they’ll dance in delight
stodgy short stature
decked out in handsome fashion
sturdy in nature
I’m adorable
according to my owner
my leaves are blushing
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This little guy was a gift and my first thought was “he’s adorable!” His Latin name is Ficus Ginseng, a young, indoor bonsai.
I’ve always loved bonsai but have never had one. Now, life is complete. 🙂
Hope you enjoyed these fun haiku.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend and thanks for stopping by! ❤️
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
joy could encompass
if you unfetter your goals
and dreams functioning
parallel with purposes
to be recognized upon
the path that guides you
because they desire to shift
and slide however
their moods or penchants persuade,
longing to find fulfillment
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
The radio belted out “Joy to the World!”
You were a teenage boy, but on this
Christmas morning in ‘75, excitement
buzzed! Your dad watched and listened,
relaxed in his corner chair, but your mom
played Santa, just as jolly! The first time
we met. Do you remember?
You and your dad hiked Half Dome that year,
then…the many trips we booked…
those rocky inclines had my sleeves shaking!
Hiking to Italy Pass, 12,000 feet at the top!
We did it! Trekking through the Trinity Alps,
Thousand Island Lake in the Sierra.
And Mount Shasta!
I kept you warm when the air was ice.
What a team we made, and I couldn’t believe
how beautiful the world could be…
Then with the years your adolescence faded like
my blue dye, but I stayed loyal. Why wouldn’t I?
You are my brother, even still, all grown up
with a family of your own.
Lucky is what I feel because ages ago, I thought
I’d be buried beneath piles of clothes at the bottom
of a bag to be given away.
But mostly, I feel privileged for my significance.
I recall her vividly.
She left this world too young, too soon.
You see, when we hang out,
your memories transport you
to that morning when her laughter was music,
her smile was sunlight,
her energy as vibrant as “Joy to the World.”
You travel to the special place in your mind
when your mom was still in your life.
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
My husband’s loyal blue down jacket. ❤️