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 sun so celestially infuses it,

all doubt-shadows disperse, leaving me with


only the goodness, the best of all of this,

especially the mysteries and yet-to-comes,

and at the core of it,

pure love.


Spare me the colorful cut flowers;
take me to a tree of white and let me stay for hours...



I have been oddly drawn to white in the past year. It seems to be a recurring theme in my writing, one of the strongest clues in the pursuit of myself.


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Poem and images ©LauraDenise


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