Poet. Writer. Photographer.
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
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
Between my fingers, I slowly twirlthe way I've done before,white petals like the pinwheelthat may in turn propel my heartand set in motion in the universethe dreams I've protectively harbored, but now I realize, those dreams have beenall granted by the stars,so the only thing that fadesin the mist of heaven's cloudsis my grip on hopefor … Continue reading Twirling Petals
Two as one, not coveringbut applying loveto each other's torn parts, yin and yang,light and dark, overlapping hearts. The beamI refractfrom a holeyou cannot reach;it lights your eyesand our soul rings.Our shapetogether,only ours and evergreen. I wouldn't changea thing... Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Each momentI gently holdso tenderly,each for a separatestill-life eternity,seal in a crystaltear of joy,baubles of my hearthung in the field,suncatchers uponthe Tree of Life,and I kneel and feelthe kiss on my bowed headfrom the Light,and my Father whispers, "It is what I have always wantedfor you, my sweet child."I rise and returnto the heavenof your love,and … Continue reading Suncatchers
Cocooned in the softmorning light of my love,draped in the barely-pinklip brushes of my touch,comfortably cradled incomplete and mutual trust,stay awhile longerin the bliss of us... Poem and (unedited) image ©LauraDenise
Beneath the Prunus avium Plena,I walk with thee,our souls the samedouble bloom,pure white,light-laced,bound tenderly. Graceful and graciousis this love;we bow humbly. The birds sing.Eternal spring.Hearts hatched;finally, the Birthing. My life beganwhen you reachedfor my hand,and we strolled into our dreams leisurely,intentionally losingourselves togetheramong the double whitecherry trees. Photo sent to me by a friend ❤
With my hand on your beard,as I look through the windowsof your soul, release some of the fears,let your eyes close,feel more than hope –with certainty, know. With my hand on your heart, feel the warmth, a blanket wrapped lovinglyin front of the hearth;I will hold it tenderly,never let go,so you never againfeel the chill of alone. With my hand in yours, a … Continue reading With My Hand
I don't usually like to know the scientific facts about the subjects I find and photograph in nature, even basic identification. It spoils the wonder and mystery to me, the thrill of all my imagination hatches, the magic, the mysticism, the fantasy, the tales, the divine creation we think we know all about. These are … Continue reading Fungal Reflection
