Amidst and Between

Amidst the thorns,
beneath the wounds,
we can take turns
bringing self-love
to bloom,

we’ll smooth
the edges
so raw and jagged,
each lend the silk
of virgin petals

birthed in kisses
and gentle touches,
countering the poisons 
of previous “gardeners”
with ill-intentions,
fencing us from 
freedom.

We’ll remain
faithful companions,
take turns in the cycle
of taking and giving,

in sun and shadow,
through every internal
season and weathered vane.

We’ll simply heal
and learn
what love is,
together
the right way

until we both
blossom white,
centers exposed
to feel 
the cleansing 
rain. 

Love will 
beget love
which will 
beget love
to spread.

It begins
with us.
It begins 
within. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Let Me

Let my honeyed-elixir voice
in your left ear
reach down to the raw & scarred
present and past tears,

those rips in the abyss
of the soul:
let this touch caress
and these words slowly dripped
from my lips
coat.

I know
each deep,
dry-well fissure
all too well:
let me stitch you
with these
golden threads
like I’ve sewn
myself

and fill you
with the feel
of liquid hope.
Let it
overflow.

Lay down your armor
beside mine,
undress so I
may dress
the wounds
unable to be healed
by Time.

You are safe
tonight.
Let me take care
of you
until the return
of Light.


Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Soft Impressions

Let me walk
with you awhile, 
whether or not you
lend me your shoes
for a mile.

In fact, let’s both
take them off
and leave them here
as we surf the shore,

finding naturally
the treasures
within us each,
bare feet
on common
shifting grounds
equally.

One set of footprints
in the sand
they say is when
we are carried by Him,

but in the interim
let me be the second
impressions alongside yours,
for in this world
we all need sometimes
to see the touch
so longed for. 

We don’t need to hold hands.
We don’t need to even speak.
Let’s just walk together awhile
in the comfort of kindred company.

And should you be here again tomorrow,
maybe we could exchange shoes for a mile. 
And should you come back at our planned time, 
maybe for a bit, we could leave our shells behind.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Held In The Rain

no one to lean on
nothing to grasp
cycles of free

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

while I remain
steadfast

smiling, pleasing, pulling
it off
not able to survive
if hurt feelings were ever
inadvertently my
cause 

pile it on
I’ll absorb it all 
I can carry more
problems solve

keep fighting
while I quilt
the peace
from the patches
you leave tattered 
about for me

I’ll piece it together
to keep you each
cozy, dry, free
from feeling

midnight showers
internal storms
I keep watch
drenched, lost, loss
of warmth 

cycles of free

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

suddenly cease

dimming soul 
distracted
pulled
up in another 
direction

love this time
true

heart like mine
locket match
proof

quiet fortitude
I find myself
looking up to

parallel stories
we are the same
I learn
to relinquish
a bit of the burden
parts of the pain

you vanquish
what you can 
and hold me
through the rest
those rains

the winds too strong
for umbrellas
you cover me
shelter me
mighty tree
of subtle strength

your voice
your arms
your eyes
your heart

my remedy
my end
my landing
my start 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Alongside Me So Faithfully

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Paths cross.

Some, like I,

believe for reasons.

I get disheartened when

the trail diverges

and someone again

leaves me,

 

but even in that,

as I take more steps

into the great unknown,

I know

so many

are not supposed

to walk with us

all the way

home.

 

You came along

and were soon nested

in my mind and heart;

your patience,

your shoulder,

your understanding,

you offered so selflessly

from the very start.

 

My laugh

you seemed to arrive with,

the greatest gift

I continuously unwrap.

So many fears

you convince me

to relinquish,

that together we

can combat,

 

my biggest being

the path diverging

up ahead

again,

 

but you assure me

you’ll keep walking

the way I go,

like our path together

has no end…

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

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

Preferring Reflections

I prefer the reflections

swirling and pleasantly distorted

in my pond of peace, in this

made-up world inverted.

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I know when I look up,

all of that will vanish,

and reality will be waiting

right where I left it,

 

so I stay a while longer

because it’s where you are

in these dreams I secretly harbor

in these magical waters…

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

In Your Shadow

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In your shadow,

I find the comfort of shade–

no heat beating on me,

just a respite on a summer day.

 

In your shadow,

I find the comfort of your nearness–

I don’t need to hold your hand

when I can touch your silhouette.

 

In your shadow,

I find the comfort of your lead–

letting my guard down for once

in complete trust of your competency.

 

In your shadow,

I find the comfort of hiding–

not in fear but as a safe place

from which to start trying

 

to put into practice

all the things you’ve taught me

by example

and as I listened intently

to you and your stories,

 

and now that I am ready to leave

your shadow,

I find I do not want to go farther

than the sun

beside you.

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise