Poet. Writer. Photographer.
no one to lean onnothing to graspcycles of free falling while I remainsteadfast smiling, pleasing, pullingit offnot able to surviveif hurt feelings were everinadvertently mycause pile it onI'll absorb it all I can carry moreproblems solve keep fightingwhile I quiltthe peacefrom the patchesyou leave tattered about for me I'll piece it togetherto keep you eachcozy, dry, freefrom … Continue reading Held In The Rain
Just another golden bloombeneath the golden rays,just another petal in the pathto my heart's hearthat the end of the day where you'll find me alwaysand just the same,as faithful as sun & moontaking turns tolight individual ways, but you know the direction homeby the scent of the dream,and you make your way off trail through the … Continue reading Petals Along the Path
No color neededfor these dreams; white floral butterfliesdance in reality from the magic of a soul set freeto love so genuinelyas the newly self-loved mehe/He revealed through his eyesso the truth I could see–these requited feelingsswell the heartto overflowingin non-make-believe. He equally lovesme. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
White and ivory blooms,intact with their earthy roots,just right in the soft sunlight,will always be my favoritefor the way my soul connectsto a home I know I onceknew... And the bright yellowsthat herald in spring,flower trumpetskicking off the jubilee,insisting that every faceturn toward the sunand celebrate –those do make my heartleap! But when it comes … Continue reading Blooms & Moods
I am the maiden from your dreamswhose song you still heard in your non-sleep,deep in the wood where the single beambreached the dark and lit the lilting streamthat you followed, barefoot-steady on mossy rock,determined to find the source entrancing your heart. Maiden, faery, mythological immortal, you knew not the form of the feminine aura,only that you … Continue reading Maiden Song
I found you and meupon the branch of a tree,two buds of greentoo long dormant,now opening for the first time,side by side,having found each otherand now able to fullycome to life, previously waiting,spring procrastinating,delaying,knowing "the one"was coming; I waited for you,you waited for me,waited so longfor His timingto bring us togetherto help one anotherbecome what … Continue reading Waiting for Spring
The journey, they say, is in itself the key;I've been downevery wrong roadmultiple timesit seemed, but to surface, I wish I could say unscathed, with the treasure of mein this mirror now heldsacred, I'm hesitant to lay blameon my past,for who I amwas definitely shapedby every shadowed,obstacle-strewnpath, and the keythat ended up being mefits perfectlyinto the lockaround your heart; I … Continue reading The Journey
Out of body, I float through time, hover unaccompanied, no ghost as guide; nonetheless, through windows I peer,Dickens-paned, layered veneers.Yet in them, in those moments, the mise-en-scènes are still amiss–a faraway look, a laugh insincere, a single, silent unwitnessed tear–not necessarily sad, just adrift; have I never settled into my prints?My soul, a gypsy, but wishing to barter–tent for cabin, … Continue reading Window Shells
I used to write love poems,not that long ago;the first were to the starsto birthe my heart's hope. I used to write love poemsto passionately release feelings,but they were stamped "return to sender"with the sweet salt of unrequited's sting. I used to write love poemsto no one specifically,just to let Eros seeI was beginning againto … Continue reading Verses of Us
Bare branches adorned with cloudsmake tree less bleak, the sky less vast;puffy, comforting non-down fill inwhere leaves have flown the nest. Barrenness need not feel the wintry stingeven in the coldest seasons;in another's soul may soothingly burnthe warmth for the hearth needed.
