Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Don't count the daysyou've been apartor all the fissuresthat keep formingin your heart.Don't count at allexcept to count on the reunion.Sometimes it's necessaryto future-focus in those moments. Close your eyesand let that vision in;the light of faithmakes the best stitches. Stop red-exing. Green circleall the days left in this life.Keep hope open andinto each moment invited. Don't count … Continue reading Barricades and Gates
Hope is a red balloon. To dream is to release,To let the heart again believe:Benediction granted wings. Hope is a red balloon. To fear is to release. Self-shackling to the ribbon neededFor freedom to be achieved. Hope is a red balloon.But with passenger and knapsack attached,It becomes the passagewayBetween spirit-death and life hatched. Hope is a red balloonThat … Continue reading Hope Is A Red Balloon (With Audio)
How many storiescan there be in petals? How long can I remainunfound in the meadow? How can the same patch of landbe so ever-changing? How many more potential bad dayscan Mother Nature keep preventing? How is it that I am the only one bearing witnessto so much magic on a daily basis? How much longer … Continue reading Release Me
Inner chamber protected, guarded. Scarred. Misused and abusedbefore. Colors over decadesfade. Doors and windowsboarded. The softness of youlike dawn. Patience watercolorsshared canvas in pastels.Gradually, I reach to try some,apply upon my soft shell. Day by day, ébaucheto a never-final coat.Overflowing well withinnow self-saturates. Self-love's ductsunclogged.A Master peace of love:brought together, soulmates. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Kiss melike the dawnblushes the petals' soft pinks,gradual illumination that candle-flickers inside of me. Chill the red wine.Don't cut red roses. Just be the soft drizzle of rain upon love's garden. We can restore the passion when the moon rises,but for now, linger on me longerin the slow romance of the morning. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I am here. I am being me. Helpless it seems, but you sayit is everything. I hope so. Since the beginning, trusting you has been so easy. These words, simple. This love, profound. Love will win. You will never drown. Hand in hand, together, we will ridethis waveout. And when the surfcomes for me, I'll hold on to youuntil the sirensleave. Through the cyclesthey have cursed … Continue reading Breakers
Night disintegrates in the middle, as the final white lightpierces:noiseless epistle. Allfallstill, some through the trap door:one prophesy fulfilled. Approaching the light,limited time, shadows evaporating:Truth's combine. Back of the linemoving quickly forward.Eyes widen:final bipartisan border. So many hands raised. Some bargaining in pleas, some opening to receive. Regrets' final drowningin bucket lists,all possessions vaporized into ash and lint. This is it. Approaching The Light, limited time. If He speaks, what will … Continue reading Final Light
The things we edit... When it comes to my photography, editing to me is not perfecting, so I suppose I should call it altering; it is transforming creatively the tone, literarily, though that often comes from color changes, cooling or warming, fading or imbuing, really a canvas with my technology as the brush, though you … Continue reading Dynamic Art
In lieu of petals, on a barren stem, a bud of lighthatches open. The message clear:it's all a bit more thana matter of perspective. You can focus on the lossor fill it in. One comes from stagnancy,the other action. We can do so much morewith what we are given. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Some chambersof the heartcannot be revived,but somehow, in time,the others manageto thrive,filling in with extracolor and light,like fall delicatelypreserved despitethe returning of spring,some thingssimply adapt inside,like a damaged heartthat syncsto another’s beat,incapable of replacingor restoring that partbut giving new lifeto a deserved and beautifulheart. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
