Cindy at Unique Times Reviews Ever So Gently

Lately, my days are spent ‘over the moon’ because of the incredible reviews coming in for my book, Ever So Gently. Cindy at Unique Times shared her lovely review of my book, and once you read it, you’ll know why I love that moon!

Ever So Gently is A Collection of Poems by author, Lauren Scott, who walks us through her day with the first encounter of morning light “Ever So Gently” to start our day.  I’m absolutely delighted to share her latest book with you and share some of my favorite poems from her wonderful new book.

If you haven’t met Lauren yet, you’re in for a treat. Lauren lights up our blogging world in the most supportive of ways with her comments and support of other writers. I am always inspired by how much she is able to do working, caring for her FIL, children, husband and writing reviews.

Her book is divided into 3 segments to set the tone and is an entree into all of the flavors of her writing which is beautiful, sometimes whimsical, inspiring, and always insightful.

~ The Wisdom of Nature takes you on a journey of her daily encounters with the great outdoors.

~ The Noise, The Laughter, The Chaos, The Loved Ones represents all of characters in her life that are so endearing to her.

    ~ Lost In Thought is an inner journey of her insights, questions and joy through her observations.

    Each transports you into her inner world of reflection that give her life meaning and richness.

    In her first section you can feel her words float through the winds by her well articulated choice of words which beacon you to sit and take in the horizon or get up close and personal to the hummer and ponder questions as you bask in the moment.

    She starts off with a poignant poem to give you a glimmer into her mornings with her beloved at her side to share it with.  You can almost feel the respite of their lovely setting in their Marin home in a gentle tranquil setting with their dog, Copper, underfoot.

    When we stroll among the redwood trees,
    our steps slow down, we are in good company.
    There is no reason to rush and we won’t hesitate
    to hug them with open arms, because why not?
    They deserve reverence for their generosity.
    In their company, fine fibers of peace
    flow through our hearts and souls,
    centering us. Any worries burdening our minds
    fall to the earth to be walked upon and buried.
    We listen as the leaves whisper in the breeze,
    Be filled with joy and do not fret,
    for their is no time for that nonsense.

    Her words are a journey much like the ones we are all on but unique to her personal insights, experience and family.  

    Lauren’s love of connection with nature and people ring through on every page paying homage to each one that has touched her heart in a most powerful and profound way. Her poems epitomize the sacred time with family and friends.

    She knows loss and shares that in many of her poems but the one that shines through to me the most is the one about her mom who is near and dear to her heart.

    Mom’s Plea

    I remember our conversation….
    the effort it took
    to calm my emotions,
    phone glued to my ear
    like a natural extension.
    Days later Mom asked Dad,
    When will this be over?”
    He could be gentle or
    travel the path of honesty.
    I don’t know the words
    he pulled from
    a seventy-year love….
    how he tenderly tiptoed
    through the syllables,
    since his heart
    was shattering
    into millions
    of tiny fragments.
    Her time was close.
    Our awareness vigilant.
    Each day,
    another breath held
    until the hands of time
    would pause.
    Then as quickly
    as a gray sky opens
    on a winter day,
    she had ascended.
    Memories of her
    loving spirit
    followed in the
    years to come.
    But not one day passes
    without her gracing our
    thoughts.
    Not one day slips by
    without her knowing
    our lives are changed
    forever.

    She captures the essence of the moment with her poetic charm and style, leaving you able to ponder your thoughts.

    This is Scott’s 4th book that impresses upon the reader just how special and sacred each day is.  

    In the lost in thought she explores a range of emotions which beg for answers and an invitation to explore your inner world. I loved her poem in this segment,

    Maybe

    When you sit by the window,
    evading life’s demands
    watching hummingbirds
    flit about, do you wonder
    if our existence is the only
    breathing form?
    Who’s to assume we’re alone
    with stars millions of miles
    away glistening in the night?
    Maybe other beings wonder
    if they are simply
    a tiny atom or molecule
    floating in the larger picture.
    Maybe we’re just a raindrop
    in someone else’s universe.

    Each word is peppered with her love and memory of her parents, her soulmate, Matt, whom every moment is one of wonderment and joy, her children and the love they share.  A delightful read with your morning Coffee or tea or sitting in your garden for an afternoon pick me up.
    ~Cindy at Unique Times

    If you don’t also have this collection sitting on
    your coffee table , click on the image to purchase. 💚

    Happy Friday! Today is the last day to vote!

    As I stated in my previous post, I am honored that my poem “Chilling Embrace” is nominated, and today is the last day to vote for Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press. I hope you’ll support me!

    Here is the link: https://spillwords.com/vote/ and you’ll have to log in to vote.

    Chilling Embrace

    I have been embraced
    by the chilling presence
    of loneliness.
    I have wondered
    where the niche
    designed for me
    exists in this world
    in which my breaths
    originate.
    I have waited
    for the glow
    to emerge from
    behind the shadows.

    But when I take
    that wise step
    into the splendor
    of nature,
    listen to the trees
    whisper their sagacity,
    feel the flowing rivers
    move my pain,
    creating vast distance
    between it and me,
    I have been revived
    by the compassion
    that nature offers
    so unselfishly.

    © Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
    Poem photo & Logo: Spillwords Press

    Nomination from Spillwords Press!

    Dear Family and Friends,

    I am excited to share that my poem “Chilling Embrace” which was recently published at Spillwords Press has been nominated for Publication of the Month. The email that brightened my day is below:

    Dear writers,

    We are thrilled to extend our heartfelt congratulations to each and every one of you! Your exceptional pieces have been nominated due to popular demand for Publication of The Month of September.

    We also encourage you to share this link with your family, friends, and supporters, as their votes can make all the difference.

    The winning publication will be prominently featured on the Spillwords.com sidebar throughout the entire month of October, gaining well-deserved recognition from our global audience.

    HERE ARE THE NOMINEES:

    Fever by Suman Pokhrel
    The Falling Man by Stephen Kingsnorth
    Kings of The Water by Tim Barlow
    Chilling Embrace by Lauren Scott
    Love Lane by Simona Prilogan
    Two Black Cats by Tamara Lindsay
    Ruth by James Walmsley
    True by Ivor Steven
    You’re No Good For Me by Sheila Henry
    Rubble Women by David Milner
    Harvest by Elaine Nadal
    Unobtainable by S.J. Walker
    Two Weeks Today by Elizabeth Ricketson
    Endless Scale by Vasile Trif

    To all the nominees, good luck! Your contributions have enriched our platform, and we deeply appreciate your excellent collaboration and participation.

    Warm regards,

    Editing Team | Editing Department
    editor@spillwords.com

    Chilling Embrace

    I have been embraced
    by the chilling presence
    of loneliness.
    I have wondered
    where the niche
    designed for me
    exists in this world
    in which my breaths
    originate.
    I have waited
    for the glow
    to emerge from
    behind the shadows.

    But when I take
    that wise step
    into the splendor
    of nature,
    listen to the trees
    whisper their sagacity,
    feel the flowing rivers
    move my pain,
    creating vast distance
    between it and me,
    I have been revived
    by the compassion
    that nature offers
    so unselfishly.

    © Lauren Scott
    Photos: Spillwords Press

    A Big Thank You to Dagmara K. and her team for publishing my poem and for this wonderful nomination!

    ** Please remember that you’ll need to log into Spillwords to vote, and voting is happening now and will end on Friday, September 29th.
    Thanks so much for your kind support! ❤️🙏🏻

    Photo by alleksana on Pexels.com

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

    Book review of In the Shadow of Rainbows by Selma Martin!

    Dear Friends,

    I introduced my wonderful friend, Selma Martin, in my prior post here, and spotlighted her debut poetry book. Today I am sharing my 5-star review. If you don’t have your copy in hand yet, I recommend you click on the link below to order yours!

    And now for my review:

    When I immersed myself into Selma Martin’s debut poetry book, I fell into a familiar place like I was relaxing on the sandy shore of the lake that my husband and I frequent each summer, absorbing the music and tranquility of nature. The essence of her poems drew me in, casting me under a spell, entranced by her lyrical words. I read this collection over a few evenings, savoring the experience like a sinfully delicious dessert, and rereading each poem. Selma’s lovely language portrays stunning imagery, beautifully expressing personal experiences. Shadows and rainbows find themselves sprinkled throughout, and the writing is superb with its soothing flow, cadence, and rhyme.

    Selma’s special wish is for you to find your poem. A poem that resonates, the soft message flowing around in your heart and mind, embracing you like a welcomed hug. But as I read each beautiful piece then with each turn of a page, a sigh escaped, and I realized that finding one poem was impractical because there were so many that rang true with my experiences and emotions.

    In “Extra” I am reminded of how precious it is to wake up to a new dawn:

    To put the squanderer to rest
    call forth the Sower of hope
    and from within, bring out your best.

    I revel in spending time outdoors, and Selma’s writing in “You Know Her” is brilliant:

    Like clockwork, she steals over the horizon
    and for a moment, hides between the blinds
    Slowly she sluices me with her aura
    And on my eyelashes, perches twined.

    Her enchanting verses in “That Sea” captivate me:

    Then you dwarf me with your magnificence
    I smile, so fond of your temerity
    But you gobble up my words the moment they’re spoken
    and cunningly, you bid me close to wet my skirt.

    “Nature’s Tender Doings” is absolutely delightful, and in “Poetry” – a most endearing poem, I am thoroughly entertained and charmed by the bees, squirrels, and birds. Changing subjects dramatically, I’d be lying if I said I never thought of death. With adult children and our 35th anniversary just around the corner, time passes quicker than I can flip the calendar page each month. But I don’t fear death; I’m just not ready for it, and Selma’s poem “When Death Comes” makes me pause…

    When death comes
    I don’t want to look back
    lovelorn, empty, frightened
    – Oh, no!
    When death comes
    I want to be led into eternity
    curious, full of joy
    knowing the world I leave
    is better for the love I gave.

    I definitely want the same, and I will remember this poignant reminder about love being the best gift of all.  

    The empowering and unified motivation in “Enough” gives me goosebumps:

    Forget tall fences. You want to feel
    the sun on your face, the touch
    of the wind, the melody of their
    spoken language, of which only the
    smile you understand. Together we
    can create a life that ebbs and flows
    like the tide that never competes or
    berates the other for its ways. 

    I could continue to enrich you with stunning samples of Selma’s exquisite poetry. But if I have to choose one poem that stirs emotions, it will be “Kindred” because this poem transports me back in time when my parents were alive, to the big family gatherings with them, my husband and children, and my sisters and their families. Moments filled with love, chatter, and laughter. Memories that slide into my mind now and then, warming my heart once again.

    A verse from this touching poem:

    For the rest of my days,

    when December comes slip sliding
    humble love memories I trace – decidedly December.
    Daddy brought us white Christmases
    to revel and boast,
    and Mommy brought us Yuletide joy to last forever.

    Truthfully, Selma’s entire collection is a gift that speaks to me in the most elegant and personal way. I highly recommend this beautiful collection for all poetry lovers who wish to be reminded of  the miracles of life. 

    I hope you enjoyed my review!

    Thanks so much for visiting today! ❤️❤️❤️

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

     

    Introducing the lovely Selma Martin with her new book, In the Shadow of Rainbows!

    Dear Friends,

    I would like to introduce you to my wonderful friend, Selma Martin, and spotlight her debut poetry book that was released in July, In the Shadow of Rainbows. If you haven’t met Selma, I suggest you visit her ‘corner on the web’ where she shares her brilliant poetry in all forms. You will be glad you did! So sit back, relax, get comfy, and enjoy the Q & A:

    2. Tell me why you wrote In The Shadow of Rainbows:

    I enjoy writing. And I attribute this to my late mother who encouraged me to write thank-you notes to friends and acquaintances for everything. We were not affluent, so these appreciation notes did plenty for us. As a young girl, my late mother got me my first pen pal from abroad, and I learned the real joy of sending, receiving, and waiting on precious letters to arrive. My mother was the only one who kept loyal to my hand-written letters when I left home. And whenever she found requests for submissions in old magazines (usually outdated), she always sent them my way. But I was never brave or confident or felt worthy enough to do any of that.  After Mom died in 2014 and thereafter felt at a loss when no letters arrived for me, I felt prompted to seek a way to fill that void. I enrolled in an online writing community in 2017, started blogging and pen-paling (through my newsletters), and interacting with like-minded writers until eventually I arrived here, and writing a poetry book felt like the right thing to do. Because my mother found me worthy, and others have shown that they like my words, I dedicated my first book to the people investing their trust in me and holding my book. And to me, that translates to my dear mother looking down at me from heaven approvingly. 

    In ‘In The Shadow of Rainbows’ I include a page about what I want my poems to do: I want to contribute a verse; want to write poems of awareness; want my poetry to be a springboard to the sacred; want to delight you; and attempt to offer a form to heal.  ‘Are you my mother?’  Each poem will ask. The poems are not autobiographical, and in the 60+ in this book, there’s only one poem ‘about’ MY mother. All the others are about someone else, and now that you know more about my intent in this collection, I invite readers to come find their poems. 

    3. Share one poem from the book and tell me what inspired it:

    Slice of Life

    Flanked between two wanings, I live you,
    planting the light hours with loving acts,
    for you, for us, for our ménage,
    and when I meet the dusk, filled,
    ready for our mingling at the table,
    where we swap slices of lived moments
    of the same day, hearts swell replete.

    I chose one of the shortest poems in the collection to share with you. It’s strategically placed as the penultimate poem in the book, and I’m happy to elucidate on this poetry form that touched me. 
    In its true form, it’s a Kwansaba poem, an African American verse form of praise: a praise poem that celebrates family. The Kwansaba (Swahili kwan -first fruit/saba -principle) was created in 1995 by Eugene B Redmond, East St. Louis Poet Laureate and professor of English at Southern Illinois University-East St. Louis. The form was developed in honor of the celebration of Kwanzaa. The poetic form adopts the number 7 from Kwanzaa’s Nguzo Saba (7 principles) as well as embraces its roots in the South African tradition of the Praise Poem. 


    The 7 principles of Kwanzaa are unity, self-determination, collective work and responsibility, cooperative economics, purpose, creativity, and faith. Each day of the celebration focuses on one of the principles. Isn’t this just such a beautiful principle? I think it is, as all the principles take off at unity which starts at the family level. (ready for our mingling at the table).

    I wrote it originally for a dVerse prompt in December 2021–then, I abbreviated some words to meet the exact count of sevens but changed it a bit for clarity to include in the book. It’s about family, and I hope you like it. 

    To preview Selma’s book and to purchase your very own copy, click below:

    4. If you were to leave a ‘message in a bottle’ for the future, what would you say?

    Just for you:
    Stop waiting for Friday. For summer.
    For someone to fall in love with you.
    For luck. For permission.

    Happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it.

    Stop looking for yourself in others.
    In things.
    In outside validation.
    In trends. In drugs.

    Everything you are is already within you. Trust!

    Make the best of the moment you are in now, for this moment is the only one that matters.
    Please make it so that WHEREVER you go, you ARE there. Fully present.

    Believe that you are no mistake. Believe that you are the Miracle you’ve been waiting for.

    Manifest goodness and let goodness be your guide.

    Find your anchor and pivot. Trust the ambiguity of tomorrow and know that if you are everything you can be in every moment, the ambiguity of the future will not be as scary as it sounds.
    Now go on and live your best life. Today.

    ***
    © selmamartin

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    The Purpose of Our Gift…

    Dear Friends,

    Happy Friday! Hubby and I are finally feeling human again after being down with our first spell of Covid. The last few weeks reminded me of a poem from my recent book. And even though I’ve shared it before, I feel it’s a good reminder for all of us. I hope you feel the same…

    Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com

    Darker than the Deepest Sea

    Life is like a package wrapped in festive paper.
    The matching ribbons fascinate in their delicate,
    entwined company, fingers gently unravel,

    heartbeats increase from excitement.
    We lift the lid, peek inside, letting our
    inner child frolic to the forefront of our minds.

    But unlike recyclable paper, the gift of life
    cannot be tossed back into the universe.
    There is no spare awaiting on the sidelines,
    and we should be mindful that the contents
    require tenderness with instructions solely
    for each one of us individually,
    because as visible as a ruby rose
    in a garden of white daisies…

    we are beautifully unique.

    Once we follow these
    with gratitude and vivacity,
    the purpose of our gift will reveal itself
    as naturally as moonlight on a night
    darker than the deepest sea.

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

    My latest collection of poetry –
    I prompt 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.
    Please click on the link to purchase your copy.
    Thank you to those who have bought a copy and who have shared wonderful
    reviews. My heart is full of gratitude.
     
    💙🩵💙

    Spillwords Press publishes “Chilling Embrace”

    Dear Friends,

    I am delighted to share that Spillwords Press has published my poem “Chilling Embrace” in their Featured Post section and is live today. It is a great honor to have my writing spotlighted on their site again, and to be in the company of so many talented authors.

    Chilling Embrace

    I have been embraced
    by the chilling presence
    of loneliness.

    I have wondered
    where the niche
    designed for me
    exists in this world
    in which my breaths
    originate.

    I have waited
    for the glow
    to emerge from
    behind the shadows.
    ..

    I would love if you would hop on over to Spillwords and read the rest of the poem here. You don’t need to log in to give it a lovely ❤️, but you do need to if you’d like to leave a comment. And I do love comments, but either way, I would greatly appreciate your time and support. And just like another sunrise brings hope, your continued support brings new gratitude. 🙏🏻

    Thank you again to Dagmara K. and her team for accepting my submission. I am thrilled and truly grateful!

    Thank you for stopping by! ❤️

    © Lauren Scott, baydreamer writes – All rights reserved.
    Both Spillwords logos and photo credit go to Spillwords.com.

    Sunrise photo: Lauren Scott

    My latest book –
    I prompt 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.
    Please click on the link to purchase your copy.
    Thank you to those who have bought a copy and who have shared wonderful
    reviews. My heart is full of gratitude.
     
    💙🩵💙

    Mountain Lake Magic 💚

    blue nylon walls keep
    us sheltered from elements
    cozy mountain home

    sitting on the shore
    sun dips in and out, playing
    hide and seek with clouds

    kayakers paddle
    no destination in mind
    adventure awaits

    lakeside writing time
    inspiration surrounds me
    thoughts on conveyer

    backcountry hikers
    shelter in tent, laughing at
    mother nature’s moods

    bumble bee jets by
    avoids crashing into us
    enticed by purple

    lizard scurries by
    why is she in a hurry?
    must be dinner time

    we watch chipmunks play
    springing from branch to branch, a
    forest jungle gym

    sun descends behind
    clouds, magic in vivid hues
    one more miracle

    surface shimmers like
    diamonds, satin smooth , invites
    for refreshing dip

    sleepy eyes open
    to apricot hues above
    new morning marvel

    Do you have a favorite haiku? Or favorites? I’d love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

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

    My latest collection of poetry –
    I prompt 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.
    Please click on the link to purchase your copy.
    Thank you to those who have bought a copy and who have shared wonderful
    reviews. My heart is full of gratitude.
     
    💙🩵💙