Well Mirage

By clinging together,
raindrops resist
at the edge 
of the cliff, 
the abyss,

at the border between
life 
and the cracking brown
that begs for tears
to re-quench
what has already been
drowned:

concrete, manmade.
How futile it is to keep
watering the pain.

Green and blue
reflect and infuse,
ever so gently pull
toward better use:

decide instead
to feed growth
and desert these looping
barren roads.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Torches

Raindrops at rest,
blown glass upon glass,
aglow from a torch on the lawn
and in my chest,

I willfully enter
the abstract enchantment,
slow dance
with the gentle benevolence,
in and out of the past and present,
flickers as glimpses
of truths, dreams,
and premonitions,
possible directions,

barefoot in the wet,
around the fire,
awake in the trance
of extinguishment and desire.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Covenant

Single glistening gossamer thread
catching and releasing rays with wind,
perhaps a bridge
between the yellow and white
wildflowers aglow with golden morning light.

I sit transfixed
by its intermittent existence…

Shadows have yet to be filled in
by Sun still half in bed,
and my ataractic trance
is interrupted by silhouettes:

two “mourning” doves,
omen of good fortune in love

or celestial messengers
like yesterday’s hummingbird
letting me know He’s been present all along,
and this is the amaranthine after-(last)storm calm.