About lscotthoughts

This blog was born after I turned 50, with a little nudging from my family. I write from the heart, focusing mainly on Romance, inspired by my husband of 24 years. However, I also write to inspire, to create smiles, laughter or an uplifting moment to move forward in life. Humor is a big part of who I am. I love to laugh and I love those who make laugh. And lastly, you'll find some tears along your journey here. Life is not all smiles, but it's getting through the trials with the love of our family and friends that is most important. I appreciate you stopping by and I hope you enjoyed and found something you resonated with...Lauren

Wanting the Moon

That touch of lips
never having a chance,
the intimacy of arm in arm
missing its first dance,
the quiet talking
late into the night
while the moon 
provided its light,
those moments imagined
when bodies were one
giving depth of love
until evening was done,
Reality is strong and

you are but a vision,
I am just a dreamer
with my heart, imprisoned

Lauren Scott © 2015

And He Sleeps

After immersing myself
in these characters I’ve
grown to know and love,
my eyes tell me
the night has come
to a close

I resist though, for the
world I’m reading about
has become a part of me
but I can no longer
fight the tiredness

Surrendering to my
bed’s comfort, the
pillow caresses my
head and with an

exhausted body,
I breathe in deeply,
ready for sleep

but instead,
my mind suddenly
wakes with many
swirling thoughts,
not mindful of the time
or the resting sun

The house is quiet
except for the soft,
methodical breathing
of my sleeping husband
and I sigh…

Lauren Scott © 2015

Connections

 

SabrinaFair 2015

I pondered long and hard for the answer
wondering, wavering of emotions inside
How relative time has been in this journey
this crazy, happy, emotional ride

The voices unheard, yet heard of so clearly
in universal languages for all to hear
The faces unseen, yet seen in tiny glimpses
of those who opened their windows for air

How thoughtful the praise each time I read
How warm my hopeful heart became
How humble it felt from deep within
How grateful my soul will surely remain

Lauren Scott 2015
Photo: SabrinaFair

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

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
:)