Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I've always had God. So many times in my past, I've felt like that is all I had. But having only God is not a bad thing, a lesser thing; it is everything. It is...as a wordsmith with a degree in English, even as a poet, I struggle to find the words...a shedding of all … Continue reading Loving Me
Hold me tenderin this momentand in the one after,fragile onlyin the wayI am preserving itlike a petalin Decemberto rememberthe fragranceof the essenceof pure love,the sweetsurrenderof two heartsmetamorphosedinto one.
the joining of soulstwo auras combining lightgenesis of love
Golden transformationthose past painswith limited perspectivesseem to undergowhen God and time mix in blessings and distance.No phoenix transformation needed;from the fires before ashes,I retrieve the experiencesand in lieu of scar-brandsmanipulate the molten looking-glassand use the heat to my advantage,blowing a kiss of forgivenessto all of my previous misfortunes,all the ways things did not turn outthe … Continue reading Golden Frames
My wordslike my heart,a fountain:the poetryof us. Fluid,the mixing of light:this substance,yet not. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
beneath the starsentwined with youendlessly talkingbeneath the moonthe moonwho for so longkept secretmy pleasthe stars now winkingin theirnot-so-subtleconspiracybringing ustogetherunder God'sdirective long afterhope should have beenextinguishedangels in the guiseof the Milky Wayopen the heavensand the blessings rain the sound of my laughtertakes wing on the breezeand the stars in your eyesreflect the light of lovein mine, … Continue reading Mutually
Pre-dawn calls,beckons me to comeoutdoors to witnessthe ceremony of Sunin its ritualistic return,for each genesis of day,I insist in being presentfor the glorious display;birdsong liftsas a gift, and Iturn skywardsmy soul-window eyes,and inside me,all falls stillas the silhouette-on-pastel cloudsdrift and swirl,and Time itselfforgets to propelthe earthin those momentsso angelically tranquil. https://videopress.com/v/QnApiufP?preloadContent=metadata
Thank goodness for seasonsand changing skiesto provide the movementneeded in our lives, movement to bring inand to carry awaythe hopes and sighsof the everyday. The winds seem to changeto nudge emotional stagnanciesunbeknownst to usthwarting the plans of Destiny, for the blessings lined up for uscan only be receivedif after the winters,we can open our heartsonce … Continue reading Thank Goodness for Seasons
How can I possibly focuswhen you've goneand set abloomall the colors in mein such sweetly-scented hues? How can I commandself-discipline whenyour inspiration stirsmy creative passions? How can I do those thingsI need to tend towhen my soul heard your non-whispercalling me my own muse? How can I keep orderwith this flutter of fancy withinthat came … Continue reading October Blooms
There is a pain in youso exquisitely piercing, in depths that cannotbe reached;if I could diveinto the abyss of you,I wouldn't hesitateto retrieve it. But even then,it could too easilywell up again,so instead,I would trace the source,swim upstreamthrough your tearsand pluckfrom the ductthe thorn. But I cannot.The furthest I can reachis your heartand transfuse the … Continue reading If I Could Reach It
