Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I am on my way to the sea, on my way to see to my dreams. New fit of a home surrounds me; legs itch to explore beyond old boundaries. Still inside a shell but will expel it shortly; no longer does fear hinder me. I’ve heard of a place that excites … Continue reading On My Way to the Sea
My roots, my veins, my soular capillaries, every inner and immeasurable part of my being craves, thirsts, seeks the quenching that only feelings bring, for to feel is life as well as the meaning. I choose to only feed from now on on the good and happy things, so move me, sky, flowers, trees, … Continue reading Alive
Audio (Extended Version) The steps toward my future are soothing, silk sand shifting between my toes, as I choose the bridge or dune to begin again on unpaved roads...
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
All those seasons that are bloomless, love still grows green, always seeking, reaching in eternal spring; the beating of drums inside call for a rhythm to synchronize, and when the music of two hearts rises, the romance blooms, but in between, in the bloomless seasons, the green carries the food for the roots and leaves. … Continue reading Bloomless but Green
It is inevitable that a sun must set, must sink out of view, bringing darkness, signaling that a day is through. So it is with the things that come to pass, regardless of our will or grasp; some things simply get laid to rest. But just because a sun, a heart, sinks doesn't mean … Continue reading Revolutions
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
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
Focusing on the part you're given
Closed is safe, hiding, hibernating, cozy and cocooned, protecting the most vulnerable parts of you. To open up would be foolish. And where would you even get that kind of courage? Yet... Out there, you may find the chance is worth taking. Yes, there will be rough elements along the way, for change in weather is inevitable, but … Continue reading Opening Up
