By clinging together,
raindrops resist
at the edge
of the cliff,
the abyss,
at the border between
life
and the cracking brown
that begs for tears
to re-quench
what has already been
drowned:
concrete, manmade.
How futile it is to keep
watering the pain.
Green and blue
reflect and infuse,
ever so gently pull
toward better use:
decide instead
to feed growth
and desert these looping
barren roads.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Tag: CreativeWriting
Hammock
I gently lay
my heart to rest
upon a sea-oat-
suspended hammock
and let my Maker
tenderly sway
through the breeze
my cradled malaise,
and after this dose
of soaking wounds in warm gold,
I’ll convert this sling
to sail boat…
Torches
Raindrops at rest,
blown glass upon glass,
aglow from a torch on the lawn
and in my chest,
I willfully enter
the abstract enchantment,
slow dance
with the gentle benevolence,
in and out of the past and present,
flickers as glimpses
of truths, dreams,
and premonitions,
possible directions,
barefoot in the wet,
around the fire,
awake in the trance
of extinguishment and desire.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Covenant
Single glistening gossamer thread
catching and releasing rays with wind,
perhaps a bridge
between the yellow and white
wildflowers aglow with golden morning light.
I sit transfixed
by its intermittent existence…
Shadows have yet to be filled in
by Sun still half in bed,
and my ataractic trance
is interrupted by silhouettes:
two “mourning” doves,
omen of good fortune in love
or celestial messengers
like yesterday’s hummingbird
letting me know He’s been present all along,
and this is the amaranthine after-(last)storm calm.
Haiku & Hibiscus
seeds in me open
pink hibiscus reunion
new self-love season
Origin
Sometimes miracles happen
in one downpour
of the heavens,
and sometimes it may be
we need to learn
that last lesson…
Tucked within,
regardless,
I have come to believe,
are the nudges and nuggets
that to the origin
of our Created selves
lead and rebirthe
free.
Dewdrops
Early morning dewdrops
twinkle as optical stars
in a galaxy dirt-hovering,
kissing blades and wildflowers.
Poem and images ©LDBS
Little Pieces
little pieces
of sunny
reach up from
buried,
inhale,
and ignite,
reminding me
I can too,
one breath,
one ray,
at a time
Poem and images ©LDBS
Single-Drop Doses
Single drop,
not a tear,
maybe a model,
or lesson for introspection
in the stillness
challenging freefall
(for how much freedom
is there in that,
no sense of control,
nothing to grip).
This cloud child
does not cling
but leisurely lingers,
feels no rush,
encapsulating a memory
to be released
as another
aqueous dollop
with casual purpose;
this single-drop dose of a moment
suspends to synchronize
with two hearts’ symbiosis.
To appreciate a raindrop
is to slow down motion
and separate each
from the flood
of emotions
that could potentially
douse the kindling and embers
that started the fire
despite backgrounds
of turbulent weather.
The flame may be eternal
but needs to be tended,
nurtured into the growth
that can keep the hearth warm
in each winter unexpected.
I watch yesterday’s magic
in the crystal ball
release itself
into our rivulet
of love…
Petals
I found a pile
of moments,
once treasure,
memories preserved
in sensitive limbo,
or waiting
in purgatory,
or for surgery,
or autopsy
to know, to have
final say-so…
Is it the light and shadows
that determine
if each, or collectively,
are worthy
to keep their sweet
olfactory hold
on our soul,
or simply the decision
of a heart to cradle
or let go…?