Under the Redwood Tree

Under the redwood tree
a bee dives low
for the water…
heads go under

Arms and legs
move with grace –
we look up to the
bright blue sky
with a touch of white

Two crows speak
as if we understand
their urgency…
silence soon becomes them

Under the redwood tree
we breathe in serenity –
Lacing our fingers
we steal a kiss
and reminisce
to those earlier days

Lauren Scott September 2017

 

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The Promise

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They are only words spoken from the mouth
Consonants, vowels, and various sounds

Their significance can be minute or grand
Depending on outlook and where one stands

Along the journey there may be potholes
So endurance must settle deeply in the souls
For as time passes and age becomes clearer
The bond that has formed becomes even dearer

I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband,
To have and to hold, from this day forward,
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health, until death do us part

I would say these words again without hesitation
Because he is my breath in all creation

(Today is our 28th wedding anniversary) ♥ ♥ ♥

Resting in the Stars

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Sometimes feelings stir and

they can’t be labeled. They throw
confusion into your domain, but
reality offers them no home. So
the sun sets for the moon; then
it rises again. But what does this
have anything to do with clarity?
I do know those feelings stay
balanced within the constellations
because of the beautiful atmosphere.
I mean, wouldn’t you stay there, too?

LScott 2017
Photo: Google

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How long has it been
Since my life was rearranged
And the pattern of my breathing
Was drastically changed?

How many minutes have ticked away
Since your sky merged into mine
And all that surrounds me has vanished
With no measure of time?

In the vast darkness way up high
We find shelter under the moon
In our hearts, minds, and souls
We find ourselves marooned

LS 2016

(a little bit of romance)

 

Mirage

His mind floated through life
where it couldn’t be stopped,
even his logic kept flight

Her face controlled his dreams
as he struggled between the
crevices of reality
below the moon’s supervision

He desired to write poetry,
wordless poetry on her silky skin,
how the touch and taste of her
would be rich to his spirit

But knowing she was far out of reach,
her whispered kisses
wove softly through his fingers

 Lauren Scott © 2016