Poet. Writer. Photographer.
No wishes for you;
they’ve all been used –
all that’s left,
dark silhouettes
on a backdrop
of gray doom…
not entirely true!
These particular wishes
attached to prayers
have all been
sent by another
who cares,
and with each
of those breaths,
so many more
seed-wishes
with wings
were launched
to find where
you are
and rebirth
your dreams.
Turn around and see
the field gifted to you
from me.
❤
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
A neighborhood walk
to marvel in the arrival
of spring:
just what I needed.
My furry companion, too,
raises his face
to the fresh breeze.
Trees and planted bushes
in people’s private yards
bloom in unison with
the wildflowers on vacant lots,
for heart-buds in spring
cannot help but burst
when the harbingers arrive
and announce it’s finally time
for rebirth.
Standing bold and bright
before the woods,
a single yellow bloom…
the contrast stops my shadow;
what a story we’ve stumbled into!
The single yellow bloom
seems larger than the sun
when all alone beaming
against a backdrop
of humdrum.
No other bloom around,
just towering matchstick pines;
the only flame, though, ignited
from a heart of gold
cocooned inside
brave enough
to shine.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
With a single spark
from my wild heart,
I sneakily reseed
a little yellow cheer
and carry on
my solo way,
planting the
little flames
to light the way
back to
love.
So if you see
the floral light,
pass it on
randomly,
be kind
to a stranger,
let’s try
to string
smiles,
no matter
how fleeting,
for the winter is
receding,
and the birds sing
of forgiveness,
of burying,
of remembering,
for in the decay
of leaves,
we can fertilize
the best parts
of memories,
and visit
the rest
at the graveyard
of past seasons;
the reasons
you cling to
that poison
your roots,
leave by the wayside
and mark the route.
Visit respectfully
but do not carry it
with you;
seeds were meant
for detaching,
and rebirthing
where they land
new blooms.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Befriending bumblebees,
watching cloud-shapes come to life,
making majestic the flowering weeds,
the peace around me seeps in when I am outside.
Time may tick, but no manmade clock
interrupts Laura’s la-la land thoughts.
I am one of them, the nature alive in the yard,
no language needed when you are birthed from the stars,
though I do whistle in response to the birds;
in another life, I learned the wordless verses.
Sunlight dances with my frizzy tresses;
soon I will waltz with the summer wind in sundresses.
I don’t need to go far; just don’t make me go in.
I wish to stay longer as princess in this magical kingdom.
Poem and backyard images taken today ©LauraDenise
Turn not a blind eye upon
the beauty that surrounds;
sometimes you simply must
expend a bit of effort to
seek it out.
There is never a beauty drought.
Look about!
In a grocery store parking lot,
for you, I frame this bouquet,
non-bought,
to send you a wordless reminder
of my love,
to remind you are dearly
thought of,
desiring that the white-petaled hope
could be a moment that lingers in
cheering you up.
I will never stop
sowing in you these seeds
of my love
in eternal spring,
whispering
for your dimples again to
blossom.
Poem and images and love by Laura
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
Just another Monday morning
getting out of the car at work,
just another opportunity
to fine-tune my attitude
at the week’s start,
to remember how every sparkle
in the eyes
of my masked face
can make a world of a difference
when it graces
someone’s day.
The lights above
the stadium’s
remind me
of the potential
outlook change
emitted from
soul-sourced
natural, genuine
rays.
Just another Monday morning
gifted in divine splendor,
another opportunity
to use my gifts
and personality
to make a difference
for the better.
Unedited image taken today
Neither of us currently lost
in the deep wood,
but alone on your long walk,
let me be reminders to you
of the good,
let me be that bright twinkling
on the water
when the sun and ripples
seem to come together
to call you,
let me be the single blurry bloom
coming into view,
a heart-butterfly
to whisper-deliver a message
just for you,
let me be that subtle extra beauty
that brightens up your day
and life,
as you were for me
when I walked alone
by the sea
and you made me realize
that beauty
can be gifted
but can also
be seeded
inside.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Yellows and pinks
seem to bring
bright, happy things
to mind:
smiley faces,
bright sunny days,
carefree moments
in the absence
of time,
kisses on the cheek,
silliness unleashed,
giggles reminiscent
of youth,
butterflies dancing,
candy shop treats,
floating on inflatables
toward dreams
in pools.
Take me to the fields
where the wildflowers bloom
in yellows and pinks.
Take my hand;
let’s frolic and then
into the fragrant bliss,
sink.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
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