Some and Me

Some were built for height,
some false with imitation bark,
some ill-fated by others’ fires, 
some have witnessed the sparks.

The dark, the light, 
rotates and falls 
upon each equally. 
Some were meant to 
sky-reach.
Some use the sun’s love
to bloom in delicate
and fleeting beauty.

At the feet of giant trees, 
with whom I have always
felt most rooted,
in white lace and ray’s kiss
still fresh on my crown,
I have never been so at peace
with who I’ve found
I’ve always been.

Wherever I go now,
it is me who I am. 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Too Early to Title

Are you here?
You’ve been searching,
collecting clues;
perhaps this segment
of sea will weed or
reveal identity truths.

Just you here
and your mind.
What do you carry?
What have you
left behind?

Look about.
Family. Strangers.
One in the same.
Or entirely different?

Who has come
to search,
and what for?
Who will leave
with less, 
with more?

So many shells,
filled and hollow.
So many opportunities
made and lost
among people. 

Memories can be made.
Promises broken. 
Second chances given. 
Losses counted. 

Each drop significant, 
each drop matters,
though so vast is
the ocean’s water. 

Water is one,
a singular thing.
We don’t count drops
until we are thirsty. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

There is something…

There is something in my heart this morning that calls me outdoors to one of my favorite spots footsteps away, toward a beautiful song on my earbuds at max volume, toward my laptop keyboard to see what comes to pass upon the white screen, that makes this breeze so extra powerful to me, sentimentally. There is something in me so hard to detect, so impossible, it seems, to translate to earthly language, yet demanding to be noticed and yearning to have a voice. Or maybe the inability to give this voice is the protective barrier, for as much as I love words, I would give up verbal and written language any day for feelings. My eyes are tear-glazed, but it is neither sadness nor joy: it’s the necessary culmination of both, all of it, I think. It’s an understanding, though I know nothing. It’s the recognition that life is beautiful, with all of its highs and lows, with all of my past and present, with all of my freedom and powerlessness. It’s a surrender and a faith. It’s a trust that someday we will have an enlightenment that will explain all we have questioned and experienced. And I’m sure that enlightenment will not be revealed in words.

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When Love Finds Me

When Love finds me,

he will be long overdue:

many lifetimes have I waited

alone at a table for two.

 

When Love finds me,

I will recognize him,

not from his appearance

but from his iris.

 

When Love finds me,

he will find me well;

I will be doing just fine

without him around.

 

When Love finds me,

he will behold me as beautiful,

and I will come to believe

his eyes over the mirror.

 

When Love finds me,

one touch will confirm

his Soul and Mine

have been seeking each other.

 

When Love finds me,

he will be weary

from his journey to me

for I will not be searching.

 

When Love finds me,

the hard part will be over

for our future will be filled

with endless laughter.

 

When Love finds me,

he should fear not:

our hearts will bind in an

infinity knot.

 

When Love finds me,

I will take to flight,

soar wing-to-wing

and never alight.

 

I believe in you,

my sweet, sweet

Love.