Tag: bay

Tranquility Ripples

Tranquility inside,
a choice,
choosing the bay side,
slowing rough waters
to ripples,
muting colors to fuse
land to sky as
complex fades
to simple. 

Walking the plank
to pause the world,
abandoned pier, 
quaint and personal,
tucked between 
leafy trees
and sea grasses
swaying subtly,

a landscape painted
lovingly
just for you.
Slip into
serenity,
retreat until 
restored anew. 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise 

Re-Lighting

Rough week. Double red flags waving. The bay wilder than the ocean. It called me home. Here’s to the ones in the throes of it. Let’s relight ourselves. Again.

I give my light freely,
but sometimes it is taken,
emotional perpetrators
breaching my innermost spaces.

They underestimated 
my strength
and did again
today,

for as long as there
is the sea and my God,
I will raise my arms
in faith;
you will never 
keep me down
as long as there 
are waves and rays. 

I will wash 
what you left
away. 

You underestimated 
our strength. 

The Light in My Reflections

Amongst the backdrop
of artificial light,
even in the pretty art
the water makes of it,
reflections at night,

my lens, guided by
the lighthouse of my soul
seeks the single detail
to anchor, to hold,

for only in the hushed detail
can I find my story,
mine alone,
these silent allegories,

and when the lyrics
feather float
to the page,
I hope
my heart’s songs
resonate,

for really we are all
the same
as the stalk of grain swaying
before the moonlit bay.

Poem and last night’s images ©LauraDenise

Ripples Rising

From a sprout,
sea-oat planted
in sugar sand,
despite the salt
water, it expanded,

yeastless, missing ingredients, 
still rising to release
the aroma of
bay-rippled, lunar-lit
dreams

absorbed by clouds
above a distant shore,
sweet kisses 
and morsels of whispers
delivered to moon, igniting 
the next star

to guide love closer 
to that flourishing grain, 
swaying with that savoring
flavor of faith.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Serene Wrap

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serene scenery

transfer trickles

the peace

into me

 

like a healthy IV

the sound’s ripples

carry me

inward, deep

 

to a place

i knew not

but believed in

 

an oasis

where a soul

self-refreshes

 

and i move

in slow motion

to not disrupt

the dream state

 

colors so muted and blended

the water and sky

appear the same

 

i reach out to touch

the apparition

but my fingers

feel the wet paint

 

not yet set

for i am in the center

of the process

 

one with the

medium in the moment

 

the water and sky

colors me

around me

benevolently wraps

 

until i am one

undetected

blended

liquefied

into the canvas

 

unsure if i

want to go

back

 

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Walking the Plank

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walking the plank–

deserted pier,

surrounded by

the aquaclear

 

sandy waters

settle,

ripples slow

time,

symmetrical reflections

coax new perceptions

to rise

 

imperceptible shifting

brings equilibrium back,

balance natural,

no longer an act

 

at the end of the plank

nothing but benevolence,

I hesitate longer

and revel in the sentence

 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

 

To Witness the Heavens

The winds arrive

and excite the waves,

even the green

line up about the bay,

my car detours

the same way,

all of us drawn to bid farewell

in reverence

to the last light of day,

casting down

in glorious display,

the awe

once ingrained

can never be

washed away,

to witness

the heavens

on an otherwise ordinary

Saturday.

 

The grasses seem to try to grasp

the sacred flame as it descends,

as if before bed to hug and kiss it,

or beg for themselves to be orange-painted.

The clouds huddle

and combine their potential

to honor in color

and escort the sun out

as if it were royal,

but royal is of the flesh and blood,

created, too, from the Ultimate Artist’s brush.

 

All images taken 2/1/20 @LauraDenise