From his son – until that time…

I look at the frail man
lying in the hospice bed
whose body is slowly giving up.
My eyes close.

Is he my father?
The pillar in my life?

It’s tough to accept
because
my father stands next to me
in the 8×10 frame
on the peak
of San Gorgonio mountain,
highest in Southern California
.

At 65, he hiked
up and down that mountain,
18 miles round trip.
Sun hat, t-shirt, long pants,
smile, heart full of adventure,
this man, so full of life
.

The end of his trail draws near.
Grief will find its way, no doubt.
and I will surrender,
then I will shout to the universe
in celebration
of the incredible man he used to be.

Until that time,
I look at his face,
I bend down to kiss him
on the forehead.
I focus on his good eye,
and I see my wonderful father
who stood beside me
on that mountain top.

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
My father-in-law always says, “Until that time.”

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Time for a Smile!

I thought some ‘silly and fun’ would be in order after my last post. So, I pulled this oldie from my book, New Day, New Dreams. Wow, 2013 seems like 100 years ago!

Anyway, enjoy some Scrabble Soup!

First you need a thought,
nothing fancy
and it can’t be bought,
then add a spoonful of emotion.
There’s no magical potion,
although, I have a notion
you could include humor.
According to rumor,
laughter’s the best medicine.
It always has been.
Yet, contrary to giggles,
start some tears flowing
with a dash of melancholy,
or if you’d rather be jolly,
Don’t be coy,
Sprinkle in joy.
Now to spice up your mixture
(I think you get the picture)
toss in melody
with your favored tempo
and let your feet dance.
Feel the rhythm and
give romance a chance.
This is where you improvise
(write between the lines).
Follow your feelings.
Close your eyes,
peel off your disguise.

This is your recipe.
This is your vision.
Follow your bliss
and for a final touch,

Seal it with a kiss!

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Scrabble Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Are you smiling yet? I hope so!! 😄

And if you’d like to read some lighthearted, fun, and romantic
poetry, New Day, New Dreams fits the bill and is available on Amazon.💜

Have a wonderful day! The weekend is just around the corner!

~ Lauren 🤗😄🥰❤️

One thing is certain

Have you ever sensed
the tingling of a feeling
arriving without a label?
It stirs through your reflections,
your layers, and you find yourself
walking around in a daze
where reality offers no place
of comfort. So, the sun sets
for the moon, but what does
this clarify? One thing is certain –
within the constellations,
among the celestial stars,
this emotion finds balance,
graciously treasuring the safety
it has stumbled upon.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Photo by Guillaume Meurice on Pexels.com

Bread and Butter

My exhausted mind tires of it seeping in like smoke blocked from a flue too stubborn to open, steadily flowing into a room’s warmth, causing a cloud of gray, unbreathable. A preconceived notion not so massive that the stars would struggle to find room for hanging in the sky. But one with a heart pumping faster than ordinary that could possibly trigger a hint of hullabaloo. Whatever placement of the language, its implication doesn’t waver.

Thus, as I ponder this conundrum, I imagine that perhaps this notion is cloaked in the familiar wardrobe of speculation, hovering in the space between the lines just as F-A-C-E rests on the treble clef. Not a notion I care to keep company with, even in a brightly painted parlor of pastel yellows, sipping tea and indulging in an assortment of delicious pastries. Most likely, the safest conclusion would be to let it lie, tamp it down, express who is in control…
assuming the situation will faithfully eventuate to be as simple as bread and butter.

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
Image: Pixabay

Ever So Gently

Sometimes we get lost in our thoughts…
losing focus of stars shimmering above us,
the sky turning heavenly blue for our pleasure,
raindrops falling for our essential cleansing.
We tumble too deeply into the frontal lobe
allowing negative thoughts to awaken,
permitting them to throw a tantrum.

So we must remember the wind will carry
worries and doubts across rivers and oceans,
majestic trees will sway with joy, sheltering
from shadows, and light will continue to shine,
even if only a slight glimmer peeks through.
Its glow will grow ever so gently into a bright
beacon of hope rising with the golden sun
bringing the most beautiful clarity to our vision.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021

Above All Else

I can’t figure it out.

I’ve pondered and analyzed
to my heart’s discontent

and still, nothing makes sense.

I think I’ll take a walk
into the woods,
to be embraced
by the gentle breeze,
to be touched by
serenity,

and I need to see the trees.
They have a keen sense
of awareness,

so I’m going to ask them.

Yes, the trees will know.

Lauren Scott © 2015

Deepest Emotion

 

Hibiscus

Whether love works or whether it doesn’t
Whether timing is on or whether it isn’t
Love simply is
It seeps into our minds
and weaves into our hearts

Every sense is aware of its presence
We can feel it, hear it, say it, taste it
Try as we might to escape,
we’re captured with intensity
never felt before

Sometimes life guides us to letting go
but in the midst of elation, we hold on
and allow our hearts to soar

 

Lauren Scott © 2015
Photo is mine: Hibiscus in Pt. Reyes Station, CA

(I’m not sure this could be called poetry;
it’s more of random thoughts I felt like sharing) 🙂

Wishing you a Terrific Tuesday! ♥

Empty

There are no words
to be penned
They caught a ride
on the last gust
of wind

A one-way ticket

Emptiness settles in

I’ve tried pulling
consonants and vowels
from anywhere and
everywhere,
hoping to reunite
them with emotions

but they’ve slipped
through my fingers
only to land on a
another poet’s
blank piece of
paper

Lauren Scott © 2015