Soar

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

Petals in the Sand

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

Palm Lines

Give me a palm,
let me be your fortune,
telling you again and again
how much I adore you.
Let me lead the way
to our private island
where coastal tracks
in rocks and sand
and wildflowers map
where the ocean
unravels as ripples
in the bay.
Take my hand.
Stay.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Hollowed

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

Edge of Time

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

Dreamstalk

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

Bridges and Piers

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

6-Word (Love) Story

Less than two dollars.
Never richer.

Erasure

Winds to be reckoned with
do more than make waves;
all evidence of human existence
is entirely without-trace erased.
Reset is the playing field.
Wiped clean, the slate.

Denied are the attempts
to leave any more prints.
The only impressions saved
are those upon the heart.
Is your legacy of love
enough to advance
to the next
start?