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Mary Scott Poem
I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks
And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight
And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept
Not due to any emptiness or lack
But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose
That remained anchored to my innermost parts.
I was spent but at peace
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Mary Scott Poem
Then truth must become a resting place
For my soul
When my thoughts scatter
As ripples upon the sea
Created by pebbles
Tossed carelessly
When my heart bruises
As fragile as wings of a butterfly
Ripped and torn as by a child
Just passing by
When my feet are tattered
As painful as a soldier’s wounds
Yet he still struggles to stand
From dusk to noon
When my head is bowed as Atlas
Who was compelled to carry the weight
So even the heavens mourned
Because of his plight and his fate
Then the truth must become a resting place
For my soul
Copyright © Mary Scott | Year Posted 2025
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Mary Scott Poem
The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”
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Mary Scott Poem
Dear Music
You search for me
And stretch my soul
To explore mountain summits never imagined
You touch my wounds
And navigate the pain
To discover a sacred space of peace and healing
You kiss my fears
And nudge my secrets
To chase formidable currents down a noble river
You collect my bliss
And scatter my joy
To soar exposed without a need for concealment
Dear Music
You search for me
And you find me
You'll always find me
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If love breaks you open
And you have a chance to look inside
You might be surprised at what you find
If love smashes your expectation
And you have a chance to make your defense
You might be greeted with a surprising strength
If love disturbs your every intention
And you have a chance to meet your fear
You might be astonished at the things that become clear
If love crashes into your wall of security
And you have a chance to construct better walls
You might be captured by a decision not to rebuild at all
If love explodes into a million pieces
And you have a chance to walk away
You might be dazed by the unreachable splinter lodged in your heart to stay
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Mary Scott Poem
What can the light give us?
The faith to start
The courage to impart
The clarity to define
The energy to realign
The power to discover
The wisdom to uncover
The vision to seek
The strength to keep
The curiosity to inspect
The culpability to resurrect
The discretion to know
The motivation to grow
The passion to reveal
The permission to heal
What can the light give us?
Infinite altitude
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The summer breeze lapped at my hair
Firmly yet gently lifting each strand
The warm caress of the sun
Brought happiness to my weeping skin
My lips parted as laughter
Freely trickled down my chin
My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet
As I began my evening walk
Abruptly I tripped and fell
Soberly I looked around
For the object of my humility
And found myself gazing into my own eyes
I had tripped and fallen over myself
Fighting to regain a composure
That proved to be elusive
I stood and faced myself
As I continued my evening walk
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Mary Scott Poem
I love you this day without condition
Or revision
For no reason
For every reason
For your tears
For your smiles
For all that you are
For all that you will become
For yesterday I loved you forever
For tomorrow I will love you eternally
I love you this day unconditionally
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Mary Scott Poem
We are either being educated
Or teaching
We are either being sought after
Or seeking
We are either engaged in a race
Or walking
We are either being attentive
Or talking
We are either intrigued by a rescue
Or being delivered
We are either exercising our consciousness
Or being chased by our whispers
We are either making use of our options
Or being victims of our circumstances
We are either being guardians of each opportunity
Or being inspired by second chances
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Silently, stealthily, slowly
He strolled with great care
So as to avoid the floorboard
That would squeak
And seal his fate
Smiling, sweating, successful
He slid past the enemy
That could terminate
The solace he sought
And savored
Sulking, seething, sitting
He swallowed day old soup
And dreamt of caviar
That could soothe his craving
And his sanity
Softly, safely, soberly
He slipped into serenity
Without a struggle
Into the shelter of eternity
And secrets
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