Neither of us currently lost
in the deep wood,
but alone on your long walk,
let me be reminders to you
of the good,
let me be that bright twinkling
on the water
when the sun and ripples
seem to come together
to call you,
let me be the single blurry bloom
coming into view,
a heart-butterfly
to whisper-deliver a message
just for you,
let me be that subtle extra beauty
that brightens up your day
and life,
as you were for me
when I walked alone
by the sea
and you made me realize
that beauty
can be gifted
but can also
be seeded
inside.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
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I hoped it was you, even when the words didn’t call you.
I find myself hugging you, even as you crumble
and the streams crash down from the cliffs above.
I find myself caught up by a tide
on whose shores I seem to have stood helpless all my life.
This is not an answer.
This is not a solution whittled out of problems.
This is simply being held
and human,
as the world comes crashing down from the stars.
Now, there’s a hope,
I find myself saying,
as the straps break,
and all those broken worlds fall like morning rain around your feet.
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Gorgeous!
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Great post! It’s amazing how nature can coincide with our emotions and thoughts. Awesome writing. Thanks!
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I always long to be lost in the woods, but I find my way, even off the trail, in snow, while it’s snowing. I’ve been going into them since I can remember. Is it strange to desire being lost? Perhaps, it is because we live in a society in which we are permanently “found”. We’re always finding ourselves, over and over and over again. “I once was lost but now am found”. Tomorrow I head to the east side of Mt. Hood.
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Love being lost… as long as it’s my idea, lol.
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