Sand Blooms

Sunflower in the sand
is what I strive to be,
an example that you can be
whatever you want to be,

that you can bloom
from your own inner seed
wherever you desire,
despite circumstance,
soil-free,

but my wish for you
is that you will come to see
being you
is the best way to be

for all that you are
was gifted lovingly
by the Ultimate Gardener
before your sprouting
that First Spring,

and no amount of saltwater,
though it may sting,
can prevent you
from achieving your dreams

if in yourself,
you simply believe.
You have what it takes
to set your own self
free.

Raise your chin
to the sun and breathe
the winds of change
dusting off your leaves.

Finally found-home rooted
or adventure-husked by the breeze,
flourish in or find
what makes you truly
happy,
what makes your soul
cheerfully
sing,
what makes you blossom most
naturally.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Debut

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It’s that time of year!

Southern magnolia trees are in bloom!

Oh, how my heart leaps up

when the grand floral

make their debut!

 

Such magnificent, prodigious petals

in the color of purity

fill my soul with a sense

of excited glee,

 

an unexplained happiness

that hatches in me

from long-lost identity

each time we meet.

 

Like the moon and the sea,

the clouds and trees,

this flower is somehow

connected to me.

 

I wish its gift were not so fleeting,

but if I didn’t have the anticipation,

I might not fully appreciate

the blessing

of another season.

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Critical Heart

Sometimes a heart

simply wears thin,

the muscle becomes tissue

paper, translucent,

 

and the wind

and the rain

threaten to tear it,

but as long as its color

holds permanent,

 

the heart

will mend

itself

again.

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It is the heart that darkens

that is a critical matter,

its pigment abrasively stripped

from harsh despair;

 

it becomes ugly and overpassed,

judged and seen as an outcast

until it believes in the masses

and caves into itself at last.

But even the most charred heart

can grow back its color,

and though love is the way,

it is not through the kiss of another.

 

Only the withered bloom itself

can ignite the reverse process

with self-love,

 

and if but one beholder

can convince it of its beauty,

that heart with its scars

is the one that grows into the greatest

 

love story.

 

Every heart is worthy.

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Concrete Bloom

One single bloom

in the crack

of the concrete

stands out so

boldly

on a day

I need it most.

A reminder

of who I am.

The most stubborn

fighter,

Defender of the Spirit,

a beautiful soul,

and no matter how much

you throw on top of me,

I will grab hold

and rise up

and look you in the eye

and defiantly

smile

until you one day

give up

and shake your head

and finally give me

what I have always

deserved,

and it better not have any

monetary value.

 

This song is for all my other fellow risers…

Words and images ©LauraDenise