A Heart Out of Hibernation

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Cryogenically-preserved heart
guarded with blades of ice,
lying low, preferring alone,
but the romantic dreams
so carefully preserved inside.

Not deliberately hiding
and you were not looking,
but the gods in mixing the seasons
led you to find me.

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I was faded
in protective hibernation,
but your love 
warmed me like morning sun.

Your heart
brought mine
to life,
blew gently
to spark my inner fire;

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the colors
that resided down deep
saturated
my desire
with you 

to be me.

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October Blooms

How can I possibly focus
when you’ve gone
and set abloom
all the colors in me
in such sweetly-scented hues?

How can I command
self-discipline when
your inspiration stirs
my creative passions?

How can I do those things
I need to tend to
when my soul heard your non-whisper
calling me my own muse?

How can I keep order
with this flutter of fancy within
that came about when that destined breeze
seed-sprinkled your goodness in?

Poem and this evening’s photography ©LauraDenise

This Sunrise

In this early dawn,

I let the stillness be,

observe the lightening of dark

transforming gradually,

so subtly,

yet the colors awakening

are so softly profound,

the beauty

almost too much to behold

with the eye,

so the heart

and soul

absorb the excess,

the spilling over,

and preserve it

as a natural resource

to guide the self

back to self

and that stillness

whenever life seems too

chaotic,

and I realize,

I am

this sunrise.

This morning’s sunrise from my front yard. 

This Is

Sunrise kisses brushed upon eyelids,

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Quenching drops nourishing, renewing, the spirit,

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Velvet petals caressing the flesh, erasing false perfections,

inner seeds in ecstasy sacrificially spilling,

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Breezes always joyfully willing

to carefully carry the heart’s deepest wishes,

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Lonely floating feathered silhouettes receiving comforting sunset ripples,

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Faithful mutually blooming companion, a bud always returning,

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Upon a pure canvas, watercolors mixing,

slowly, beautifully messily dripping,

fluid, never fully setting,

in the swirling abstract showing

what each individual soul has mourned, is yearning…

This is poetry.

And art. And music.

And, I suppose,

love.

 

All words and images ©LauraDenise

Drops of You

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My heart was fragile,

tissue-paper thin.

Only you could

continuously drip

the nourishment

I needed

 

in a way in which

I could absorb it all

without tearing

or having my petals

fall,

 

and you saw

past the false

decoy colors I donned,

knew beneath,

my heart’s truest hue

was pure,

a dove,

 

and the peace

within myself

soon followed,

 

all because

you were the rain

that found me

from that cloud.

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Words and images ©LauraDenise

Tree of White

My personality is a thousand bright, vibrant colors,

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yet I am drawn to the white,

such petal purity quiets me,

embodies the beauty of life,

 

of souls,

 

condensed into a power source so soft,

it entrances me so that I may hear

the universe’s secrets and angel song,

 

and when the sun so celestially infuses it,

all doubt-shadows disperse, leaving me with

 

only the goodness, the best of all of this,

especially the mysteries and yet-to-comes,

and at the core of it,

pure love.

 

Spare me the colorful cut flowers;

take me to a tree of white 
and let me stay for hours...

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Red Bench

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Red bench, lonely,

in the park,

no one seated,

no talk imparted.

 

No gossiping friends,

no imaginative youth,

no single reader,

to entertain you.

 

Your image,

I will bring with me,

and romantic thoughts

with you, leave.

 

May two destined lovers find you

and stay awhile,

whisper sweet-everythings

and magically slow time,

 

exchange the glances of

wordless love songs,

resurrect laughter

buried for so long,

 

reflect realizing dreams

in starry sun-kissed eyes

until fingers gravitate

and eternally intertwine,

 

and colors paint

everything brighter,

falling upon you

and the lovers

fadelessly

 

forever.

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Poem and image ©Laura Denise