Preoccupation

A few hours of solid
sleep was better than
nothing before the body
awoke and shifted into
high gear with a reeling
mind too active for
three in the morning

Those thoughts wouldn’t
rest until the clock read
an hour later, after battling
the tossing and turning
and consistent whirling

Then it was time to step
out of the routine and 
into an adventure that
didn’t even own a spot
on the bucket list

LS 2016

Vinyl

dads-record-player

Do you remember record players? This was my Dad’s, but it has lived with us for a few years now. It’s good that we kept our old albums because once in awhile, we’ll dust one off and reminisce into the past. Those moments are surreal, evoking great memories and creating new ones. We have a wide variety of nostalgia sitting in our closet on the top shelf…from The Beatles, Elvis, Asleep at the Wheel, The Rolling Stones, Barbara Streisand, Santana, Eric Clapton, Led Zeppelin, Marshall Tucker Band, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Hank Williams, Jr., Beach Boys, The Eagles, Elton John, Johnny Cash, and the list continues…

Ode to Music

Listen to the music
let it touch your soul
let it bring you joy
let it make you whole

Listen to the music
let it stir emotions
let it make you sigh
let it cleanse like oceans

Let the music be in you
in your heart, in your mind
Any genre that moves you
in life is well-timed

LS 2016

Does anyone else own an LP? I think we’ll keep ours for awhile. 🙂

 

 

 


 

Tangerine Smiles

Those were the days
of jumping off
diving boards,

playing Marco Polo,
swimming like mermaids
to heart’s content,
working up appetites
for sweet fruit
ready for picking,
playing board games
with sticky fingers,
laughing at clumsy
motor skills,

yet reveling in the
simplicity of it all
and life was the best

Lauren Scott © 2015

Folly

Just yesterday
I went for a walk
by myself
but I wasn’t lonely
until I slipped and fell
into a puddle of
infatuation

There was no one to catch me

Once I gained my composure
I was only sure of confusion
and I wondered how
my clothes would dry

Puddles were in abundance

He is only being himself,
I silently conjectured

The air was cold
The wind insistent
I felt myself trembling
with only the truth
to blame

Lauren Scott © 2015

KC

While sitting in this memory
my eyes begin to water

as my mind wanders through
the road together we traveled

but as tears fall, their love washes
over all that was unraveled

leaving a smile on my face
knowing his love and humor

will always leave a trace
for this moment and into my future

While sitting in this memory
I hold deeply in my heart

what once was of the man
whose presence I miss

Lauren Scott © 2015
(written for a friend)

Carousel Dream

carousel horse white

She sleeps in her bed
with a comforter made of
pastel colored flowers and
a soft pillow for her head
Dreaming of silvery manes
and bows on white horses
as they ride on a carousel
with draped, sparkling reins
Outside her window, though
she hears shuffles and squeaks
and feels a bit frightful
from the night time show
Mom sings calming tunes
convincing her precious girl
the sounds were only the
language of raccoons

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google images
(This was a “daughter” memory from years ago) ♥

Salt and Sand

boys-on-the-beach-lamarr-kramer

Gray, breezy day
with songs of the ocean
serenading
young children at play
with their imaginations

creating happy faces
and pancakes
in sandy surfaces

delighted to
collect seashells
and half broken
sand dollars

with a feeling of
great 
accomplishment

Lauren Scott © 2014

(This beautiful painting by Lamarr Kramer
was found on Google and there’s nothing like the
innocence of children and the simplest things in life
that brings delight to them.
This was written from a memory with my son.)