Rainbow from the hose, thank you for appearing; I need you to reassure me that these dreams I keep secret in my heart are worth keeping, that they will come true if I do my part and never stop believing there is a pot of gold out there meant for me.
Solo porch chair gives away the status, no matter how many in the house, only one sits out there. But the seated body is hollow, for the soul is among the clouds, flying through the first soft colors to collect the tranquil beauty for every tomorrow, kissing each bird on its head and … Continue reading Solo Porch Chair
Fresh white canvas brushed with the softest, barely-there pink, soft morning rays after the rain gently blushing my cheek, single subtle cobweb still tickling me from yester's dusty corners lightly sticking, I bravely but shyly in this new season ever so slowly again expose my interior; I am fragile now, not as hearty … Continue reading Believing in My Beauty
To those feeling parched, soul-holed, alone, like dry-well stones in the rain-doubt drought beyond a season, let me give you a reason to nurture the last drop of hope: you will get out, you will be found, you will taste again the rain and be filled, and the filling will flood, overflow like a … Continue reading The Well
Honey on my soul coats the pinholes of a prickly past, and the golden lasts, drips slowly into my day, sweetening everything; thank you for being my honey. ❤ Laura
One drop, two drops, splash upon the pond– ripples from each center spread across. More drops fall to form a shower; in a sky-cascade show, spring clouds spill over. An aquatic orchestra rises and rinses my thoughts; I reach for the rain and never dry it off.
The rain reveals the colors of me, the gentle sun dries the drops from my wings, as I collect letters in the breeze and string them together on recycled webs like a garland of dreams... these words, so sweet-smelling, freshly picked bouquets I then disperse like confetti rain Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I am drawn to both nature's most grandiose of displays on oversized canvases in the most splendid color-arrays and the most exquisite of details etched in such things as the wings of insects or the beauty of silence in a still, pensive creature basking like me in that unfiltered mixture of watercolors spanning the … Continue reading Drawn to Both
In my palm, I hold the sand globe, dream potential softly aglow, somehow, in this moment scaled down to possible. Palm tree silhouettes sway in the breeze whispering of a future within my reach full of the things that bring me authentic peace. In my palm, I hold the sand globe, and it refills my … Continue reading Sand Globe
Lily pads spark childhood delight, call up frogs and dragonflies and sprites; cross the bridge and leave the mundane behind, big roots spring up from the aquatic deep from where mythical creatures sometimes surface for a peek, but perhaps the most enchanting part is the beauty that floats on top of the … Continue reading Lily-Pad Dreams