Dimensions

My heart and soul
tire me out,
always frolicking
away and about,

relentless in their
prodding and searching,
no toe-dips,
just all-in swan-diving

into every unknown,
exploring, testing, challenging
the boundaries
of this world,

restless to breach
every deterrence
placed by societal rules
and norms…

So much fear
in potential soulmates
with whom to travel
these magical non-roads.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Ascension

I used to foolishly attempt

to trek around

the storms

to avoid them,

but the weather comes

regardless…

Eventually, I learned

some you must simply

forge through

and get it over with…

But then I remembered

the times upon

aluminum wings

I’ve flown,

and how the storms

appear the ceiling

only to those below.

It took a long while,

but I finally grew

wings of my own

and apply that lesson,

simply soar above

many of the dark clouds,

slip into that

blue-loophole

ascension…

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Upward Strokes

Upward strokes

of cloud-wisps,

a contrail

left as an ephemeral gift,

fading and floating away

but calling attention,

flaunting evidence

of launched heart-wishes,

sky wishies

taking flight,

one dreamer

setting out to find

what it desperately desires,

or perhaps nothing more

than having the foolish courage

to transcend boundaries and

explore.

The upward strokes

brushed upon the canvas

give hope,

for there are no edges,

no frame,

no conclusion,

where they reach,

unknown,

and I, too,

want to go…