flaming red fire burns loud and heatless in the fall– leaf before the pyre Poem and image ©LauraDenise
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Bright Leaf
Placidity
Dragonfly's silhouette against the boundaryless blue entrances me with mysticism, and I still myself for a clue. The secrets of the universe he holds in all-seeing eyes, billions of years of mysteries flicker in wings that span time. The evanescent moments in his presence pass through me and leave a mythological map of … Continue reading Placidity
Cloud Signals
We want a sign sent specifically to us to tell us which way to go, we want to feel lightning-like bolts in a soulmate so we know, we want to see with our own eyes that there is a god and more to this life, yet we do not look, we stay … Continue reading Cloud Signals
Just Another Spectacle
In a grandiose spectacle, the horizon is ablaze, celebrating the finale of another gifted day. I hope you didn't take for granted today. I hope you didn't miss this backyard show. I hope you don't forever postpone your dreams in those just-as-gifted tomorrows... Poem and image ©LauraDenise
First Rays
Golden Love
Dawn's first rays frame the golden illumination of love glowing from within and blessed from above; two fused blooming into one reach only for each other yet reach the sun. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Starlings in Flight
Shadowed starlings in flight, star wishes carried on wings, take the offerings, the pleas, of my most secret dreams... The darks of my yesterdays melt away in dawn's warming orange rays; this moment, this sunrise, this day captures and holds my gaze... Poem inspired by Sue Vincent's photo (below) and #writephoto prompt. Link here!
These Trails
Despite what the markers say, these trails have no end, for we only reside in a portion of the middle of the Maker's creation. This tease of greater things is meant to last us, sustain us, with enough awe to make all believers, our time so short yet long enough to discover what … Continue reading These Trails
Alive
My roots, my veins, my soular capillaries, every inner and immeasurable part of my being craves, thirsts, seeks the quenching that only feelings bring, for to feel is life as well as the meaning. I choose to only feed from now on on the good and happy things, so move me, sky, flowers, trees, … Continue reading Alive
Tree of White
My personality is a thousand bright, vibrant colors, yet I am drawn to the white, such petal purity quiets me, embodies the beauty of life, of souls, condensed into a power source so soft, it entrances me so that I may hear the universe's secrets and angel song, and when the … Continue reading Tree of White