Inspiration

Where is it?
I can not plainly see;
just where can it be?
Why must I sit
in this brain fog
for eternity?
I stare at the page
It stares right back
How rude can it be
when I’m in a pickle
It gives me flack
while I float
through this riddle
I’m tired of searching
My muscles ache and
my aching bones groan
I’d love to escape from

this unpleasant zone
So if you see it walk by
please give me a shout
and block its way out
It’s been quite uncomfortable
living in this drought

Lauren Scott © 2014

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What’s your pleasure?

I want to create
I don’t want to eat
I just want to bake
some kind of treat

I’ll promise you this
I’ll give it away
I won’t take a taste
I will not betray

It’s fun to measure
and mix up things
that come out pretty
and yummy for kings

So if you delight
in sweets of all types
I’d be happy to make
something tonight

Lauren Scott © 2014
(a little fun for the weekend)
:) :) :)

Foul Ball

Bad news doesn’t discriminate
One day we’re celebrating,
drinking champagne
then in a blur’s time,
we’re wiping tears away

We strengthen our defense
without even trying
at the same time,
praying and sliding

While the outcome relies deeply
on the strength in our mitts
Will it knock us down
or keep us going
without limits?

If you land on your bum
for a minute or two
taking time to sulk
feeling bad for you,
It’s alright
that’s all part of life

but don’t pack your bags
and stay there too long
You’ll feel much better
Fighting the Fight
Keeping your Face to the Light
and Trying to be Strong

Lauren Scott © 2014

Existence

Oh, life, what is your plan for me?
Over the horizon is shadowy, dark
I cannot see that which you convey
through the torrential rain and strong 
winds, thus, I hold fast to hope in the 
sunshine when it smiles down on me
I close my eyes soaking in its warmth
but I will not throw stones when its
embrace loosens and I fall to the floor
Then I am broken, you know that, yet
even trying to stand on tiny shards of
pieces of me, I won’t stumble again
For you are a gift, indeed, though
you are not made only of daffodils
and daisies in a soft, plush meadow
nor do you each day delight in music
that makes our bodies move
Oh, life, you are a mystery beyond
any human’s ability to perceive

Lauren Scott © 2014