Candor

There are words
eager to be said
but they are stuck
in spaces
of uncertainty

I long for them
to roll out
with confidence
on their tail

but not this time

Actions
are
sometimes
frail

Perhaps the moment
will come
when honesty
will be yours
to hear 

and the look in
your eyes
will allow
me to breathe
again

Lauren Scott © 2015

Ode to Besottedness

I’m not blaming you
for my eyes
seeing hearts
and my
temperature

off the charts

or for my muddled
mind
to which I have
resigned

and you’re not
at fault
for my tripping
feet or my sudden
desire to sing

at the top
of my lungs
for all to hear
without a drop
of fear

Then who’s
to blame

if not you
or me?

This is
unacceptable

for my
dignity!

Lauren Scott © 2015
:)

Something to Say

I have a thought
anxious to be said
it’s been lingering for hours
inside of my head

It’s a very kind thought
I’m sure you’ll agree
so sit right down
and listen to me

It comes with words
to warm your heart
but listen intently
they’re not the best part

They’re only a fraction
of what this thought is
the words unsaid
you don’t want to miss

First let me just say
I appreciate your patience
sitting there nicely
attentive and gracious

Yet fearing a blunder
after all this preparation
I’m feeling distraught
with much exasperation

So I say with regret
and embarrassment this day
my thought, so important
has somehow slipped away!

Lauren Scott © 2015
:)

Lineation

You’ve drawn the line
and I can feel reality as

barbed wire pierces my
heart and blood stains
my outlook on us. It would
have 
been nice to see
more 
deeply into each
other’s 
worlds. I was living
in 
the clouds not seeing 
this sketched out.
So for now,

I’ll continue walking
through fields 
of what could have been

Lauren Scott © 2015

Winter’s Lane

I decided to pull this poem from my 2012 archives
and dedicate it to my friends whose lives are
abundantly snowy. :) 
Waking up to white blankets
of snow each morning 
sounds breathtaking, but
I know it can take a toll. So I wish my friends in
frozen lands much warmth from the sun when it
does peek through, staying focused on the arrival of
spring in another month and remember, cuddling
is also good for warming the heart.

Whispering wind
Biting mountain air

Slushy footsteps
in laden boots
Sunbeams peeking
through cotton ball clouds
Shoulders touching
Parkas rubbing
Gloved hands holding
Red noses lead
icy cold to the touch
Eyelash icicles
forming in fantasy
Faces stinging
to wind’s embrace
Snowy ornaments
in towering trees
White blankets
on the ground
Glorious beauty
all around

Lauren Scott © 2012
(Stay warm & safe)

Motherhood

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You are young now
and won’t be able
to understand
my innermost feelings

So many emotions
are felt with you;
the joy I feel when
I see you smile
and hear you laugh,
the pain I feel
when I hear you cry,
the warmth of your little
arms wrapped around me

I want to protect you
from harm,
shelter you from evil,
yet, life will bring
experiences
meant only for you
and I’ll have to
learn to let go

In the years to come
I’ll marvel in
each new change
I see in your eyes,
your voice,
your mind

All of us will do some growing
as we get older and
it will be a new adventure
of happiness and maybe
some sadness, too,
but it will all be worth
more than anything else
in the world

You are my precious gifts,
my sweet boy and girl

Please know in your hearts
I’m your Mommy now but
will always be your 
mother,
loving you more

every minute of
each day

When we were young with no worries 007

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lauren Scott © 2015
(written in 1999 and now
my sweet boy and girl
are soon to be 20 and
24 years old)