To
the teen,
Edward was
like a grandpa
and dear friend to the
boy’s grandma, Mabel, at
a time when she persevered
through an unforgettable loss.
Sounds of war vibrated ruthlessly.
Women were placed in subordinate roles.
A pocket watch, timeless in its essence,
a present, golden in tone and worth.
Locomotive chugs down the tracks,
a couple turns makes it tick,
heartbeat of fifty years.
Poignant history,
memories to
visit now
and then…
time.
© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites – All rights reserved.
Fresh raindrops gently landed on their wilted spirits, and
I witnessed them lifting with a sigh of relief. Oh, how
grateful I feel to absorb the rhythm of the pitter-patter.
Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved
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Ed
blackened heart
domineering thumb
nowhere to breathe, trying times
~ etched ~
Green
a monster
too old to believe?
his existence, living proof
~ ire ~
Me
raised to love
but heart feels deeply
ill-fitted antipathy
~ blunt ~
Health
declines, death,
emotions bland as
salt-free diet, tears restrained
~ guilt ~
Lauren Scott ©
Oddquain poetry form
This post is darker than most of mine, but life isn’t always rosy, so writing about those difficult times when we question our feelings can be therapeutic. Have you found yourself in a similar situation?
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For inspiration to notice surrounding beauty, to feel gratitude, to face challenges and fears while sipping your favorite coffee roast or another beverage of your choice, check out my latest book: More than Coffee.
During one of the moments from our lake respite a few weeks ago, my husband and I sat on the shore, gazing at the glorious sunrise while also watching three men in a boat float peacefully in the far distance. A poem was stirring but hadn’t materialized, and then I came across the Oddquain poetry format. So, below are my thoughts from this blissful morning, penned in the syllabic format of Oddquain…
Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines. |
Lake
early morn
cold air touches warm
water, steam rises, halo
calm
They
hear whispers
the lake is calling
geese witness from shore, unseen
truth
Luck,
will it change?
floating on glass-like
surface, poles dangle with lures
bite
ball
of golden
tones ascents, bringing
possibilities with its
glow
Lauren Scott ©
Sierra Mountains
Thank you for reading, and here is my latest book, More than Coffee.
“In the midst of all the strife and ugliness and turmoil “out there” in our world, comes lilting lovely prose and poems reminding us that the simple things of life – a cup of coffee, a hug from a child, sweetheart romance, hugging a tree, walking through the forest – these symbolize the reality of most of our lives. P. Wight
Baydreamer ~ Lauren Scott 