a thousand whispersmake up a wishie paid forward in a sighsent in time to reseed one prayer for anotherthe only one needed angels and fairies keep busybehind the scenes extinction, a myth for goodwill and dreams Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Tag: Dreams
Window Shells
Out of body, I float through time, hover unaccompanied, no ghost as guide; nonetheless, through windows I peer,Dickens-paned, layered veneers.Yet in them, in those moments, the mise-en-scènes are still amiss–a faraway look, a laugh insincere, a single, silent unwitnessed tear–not necessarily sad, just adrift; have I never settled into my prints?My soul, a gypsy, but wishing to barter–tent for cabin, … Continue reading Window Shells
The Tiller
Trust in the shadows;they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong waysso the beacon may shine through. Listen for the truth;it whispers faithfully through the gale.Turn your back to the blustery lies;the bitterest of winds best fill the sails. You don't need a mapfor an evacuation route;just follow the signsHe's already laid out. He knows all, … Continue reading The Tiller
Leaves in my Lens
In our mix of seasons overlapping in the American South, I've written recently about my fascination of it as an observer, contemplator, photographer, and writer. In revisiting an earlier photographed corner of my yard, I noticed this morning that the last of Autumn is finally giving way to Spring. And of course, I saw the … Continue reading Leaves in my Lens
Cleaning Windows
Revisiting cracked window scenesfrom my past,on my terms,in a controlled mental environment, I strip him of the victim persona,no, not persona...I believed him victimdeep withinsince as a boy, Addiction took hold. I wipe the filmfrom the glass,but it only smears more;I clean it properlyand reveal myselflooking out,eyeing the door. Only my hidden tearfrom that year … Continue reading Cleaning Windows
Harbingers
Valley to valley,shapeshifting sands,mountains slipping downand through my hands, peak miragesyet they block my view,do not permit ascentfrom the shadowsto vistas of truth, yet I knewbeyond the traps and setbacks,somewhere out therewas a billowing mast and endless skies of blueand a sail or cloud or bothto take me away to where I knewmy hopes as … Continue reading Harbingers
Fins and Fairytruths
I gave othersjust about allof me selflessly,and it drainedanddrainedmeuntil I was leftbaking in the sunat the bottom ofa dry well,fossilizing. You found me. Gently liftedmy headand breatheda fountain of lifeinto me, and the well filledas our hearts did,and instead of treading water, we taught each otherhow to swim in the direction we needed to,dreamed of once,instead of … Continue reading Fins and Fairytruths
I Wear the Gold
I wear the gold of the beauty-brushed coastas dawn coats us both with the light of hope;I feel it bleeding into my soul. A new day is birthed into the waves,a new year on a calendar man-made;timelessness prevails in the ocean's refrain.The gold is neither molten nor cold;it warms to life the dreams put on … Continue reading I Wear the Gold
Lone Fisherman
Lone fisherman at the sea I watch as the sun begins to bleed into the horizon and the golden makes a moment of the scene that in turn seeps into me and coats in a honey so sweet each of my memories and dreams. The fisherman fades in footsteps away into the sunrise of a … Continue reading Lone Fisherman
Gray Plague
Gray Plague Part choice, part determinationit seems to beto avoid the exterminationwhile still livingcaused by the lossof feelingwhen we fallinto that stateof complacency,the dangerous hibernationof our dreams,the steps we taketurning our backon the wayit could be,should be...It's not easyto keep the grayfrom takingour colors.We fade,part victim,part converter;we don't sellour souls,we give them now awayin exchangefor … Continue reading Gray Plague