Poet. Writer. Photographer.
When the world is silhouette
in the darkness of new day,
and The Maker begins to add
the first colors of paint,
beginning with the sky
and blending into the sea,
as each ripple begins rippling
and the seabirds spread their wings,
my heart awaits the bristles
upon the lonely shore,
always hoping He’ll add wings
so my love can finally soar.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
In the absence of trail markers,
I find they were always there;
He’s seen where I’m headed
and steers me with care.
An arrow in morning-glory gold
and silhouetted wings
once again lead me
solo into the sunrise
in my homebound
meanderings…
I am still faithfully following
petals as paths
with my soul’s whispered directions
to where you are at,
the one to reciprocate
all this love I have,
and along the way,
I’ve grown to love
the way
I am.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
The pull of the day,
of the years,
of everyone’s needs
leaves shadows
and cavities
from ebb’s
never-ending
taking,
but the sun’s
reflection
warms me
in oranges,
and the glow
stays.
The light
one way
or another
will
illuminate,
independent of
ever reaching
that haunted,
hollowed
space.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
The sea calls,
the tide pulls,
all are drawn
to the edge
where the surf plays
freely for all
such soothing,
soulful hymns.
Great Blue Heron wades,
slows even the waves,
pausing time, as I
fall
in suit,
the last two on earth
walking side by side…
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Off-centered subject
leaving
no impressions
upon the still-wet clean slate:
an unintentional composition,
this use of white (sand) space.
Somehow the less
is so much more,
and the simplicity
washes clean
the debris
my soul has stored.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Not a beanstalk,
but it might as well be,
magic seeds
sprouting the way
to giant dreams,
and in the center,
a sunbeam
passes through
a hole in a leaf
purposefully
to reach me,
or is it simply that light
is at the center
of all belief?
Insignificant
the manmade pier seems,
foolishly leading
horizontally…
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Sunset-lit pier
fades from focus
as the miniature shell-bridge
draws me closer
and gets me thinking…
about what we extend
in our reach to connect,
and what we retract
when we fear-react,
and all that’s gained
and lost from the taking
and passing of chance,
from the courage
to not or to
act,
and how far the distance
can be misjudged from perspective,
and in the grand scheme of things,
how important it is,
and how often we miss
and what we learn
when we look up
or bow our heads
to discern
the difference.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Less than two dollars.
Never richer.
Sometimes, I
prefer the blur,
the softness,
of out of focus,
where it all becomes
muted and fuses
with the natural horizon,
and even my femininity,
graceful and soft-spoken,
has a voice among the hushes,
my lyrics freed but the language
not audible or of this world,
for it is my soul who recognizes
this celestial light befalling before
the sun bids us adieu, never
resting, only sharing itself with
others too, as this speck of a
planet shifts, and upon
this ray, I lay this kiss
to be sweetly
delivered
to you.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
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