Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Sunflower in the sandis what I strive to be,an example that you can bewhatever you want to be,that you can bloomfrom your own inner seedwherever you desire,despite circumstance,soil-free,but my wish for youis that you will come to seebeing youis the best way to befor all that you arewas gifted lovinglyby the Ultimate Gardenerbefore your sproutingthat … Continue reading Sand Blooms
So many keys you possess,having collected them along the way,sand-fossils upon lonely shores,earth-buried near silent graves,all shapes and sizes,from all times and places,dating back centuries,no ties to faces.From a misty meadow,skin-kissed with dew,I emerge and wordlessly standbefore you.I have waitedall these lifetimesfor my key-holderto unlock me to findmy deeper, my deepest,potential beauty.You raise your worn … Continue reading Meadow Myth
Take my hand, love,and never let golike you took my heartand then my soul. Hands claspedin an infinity knot,ringed fingers wovenbut chained not,for never freerhave we ever soaredthan with each otherand each day more.This love is light.This love lifts.This love is life.This love, a gift. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
We have the moon, love;it brings you here.Gravity drawsyour spirit nearerlike the tides rise,but we will never fall–except in loveagain and again, each lifetime,a renaissance. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Give me cloudy days!Fill the skieswith grandiose displays,billows of magnificence,those ever-shifting shapes! No sunrise will I misswhen those clouds get their first kissand set off on their journeyblushing with pink bliss. Let the clouds continue to bloomwhen the skies default to blue;all day long, let them comeand show off what they can do. I'll still … Continue reading Give Me Cloudy Days
I can't help but thinkof all of those momentsthat still play in my headin slow motion...each one that filled mewith such escalation,anticipation,heightened emotion...so many instancesI've framed in my mindin the scrapbookI've assembled over time...so sure in each of thosejovial junctures,you were sharingthe same wishfor a somedayhappily-ever-after,and even if we could never be,you sharing in that … Continue reading Editing Memories
To be too heavily drenched in dogmahinders the flitting of my wings;Spirituality keeps me soaringto dispense light into others' dreams.My morality is Mendelian,deeply imbued before birth.Religion-commitment issuesplague me; a dozen flirt.I believe. With all that I am.I believe. I always have. Supreme Being(s).Loving Creator.So much more before,so much more after. I infuse myself with nature,immerse … Continue reading Alar Faith
Leaves, pinecones, and acorns fall,petals and whole blooms too;the hands of timepropel the seasons,pulling and pushingthe memories of you. Change comes inevitably,seems to detach and deterioratein the downward descenton the slippery slopesof wet-leaves and iced pathways. We can find our grip though,we can find the beauty that clings,hold in our hearts the comforting scents,focus on … Continue reading Seasons of the Heart
I choose to be the light,soak my soul in the sun,until the pilot flame withinignites from blue to golden,and all the colors in memerge into a bright aura;the only thing I neededwas the "l" from your love.
For the ones with obstructed views of hope... ❤️
