Author: Laura Denise

Poet. Writer. Photographer.

Golden Frames

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 →

Mutually

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 →

Predawn Calls

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 Seasons

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 →

October Blooms

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 →

If I Could Reach It

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 →

If I Expose My Soul

My place, still trying to find…The theme seems to beon repeatin my poems and prayers,on repeateven after all of these years.How can a soul feelso gypsy-like?Am Ijust too connectedto some othersource of life,to an invisible umbilicalchord still tied,too aware that none of thisis being done right,the meaning and purposeof this hourglass-time?Am I to be searching,actively … Continue reading If I Expose My Soul →