Concrete Daisies

Concrete daisies veiled in silhouette,shadows upon the crushed,colorless. Wind-caressednonetheless,the mood of the kinesthetic,interpretless, no witness,for every glanceis upon the sourcehues and scent, the cast-shadow dance,musicless.  I fall into a trancewatching all the waysthe whispered stories on the side non-stageare artistically portrayedin the concrete-daisyballet.  Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Of Wildflowers

In the texture of petals,in the lifelines and veins,I silently read the private storiesin the evaporating, evanescent after-rain.  In the ones with the audacity to rise and bloom where they please, defying borders and surviving pesticides, I feel myself for the first time breathe.  In the tiniest, overlooked complexities, I scrutinize worlds within,chosen and privy to the revealingof the … Continue reading Of Wildflowers

Never Entombed

When the worldand the shadowsencroach upon you,know that I'll be thereensconced beside you.I won't let you go,for what haunts youcannot harm me;I'll keep you imbued,infused with our love's continuous surpluswhen your colors beginto be stripped by Loss,and when the shadowsbegin to retreat,we'll emergefrom this cocoon and live again free –invincibly,immortally, you and me. I'll be there beside youeternally.  Poem and images … Continue reading Never Entombed

Bluebell Truths

First among the season'sblooms of Mexican bluebells,the sight of the familiar coloralready having sprungthe leak in my heart's well,so profoundly in its silencerang such messages of truth, its face to the soft, setting sun,its torn wing-petal too,so humble,so beautiful,a story untold:inner workingsonly throughthe gentle,loving lightvulnerablyexposed.We are meantto fill in the gaps,each other hold, using the same lightharbored … Continue reading Bluebell Truths

Blooms & Moods

White and ivory blooms,intact with their earthy roots,just right in the soft sunlight,will always be my favoritefor the way my soul connectsto a home I know I onceknew... And the bright yellowsthat herald in spring,flower trumpetskicking off the jubilee,insisting that every faceturn toward the sunand celebrate –those do make my heartleap! But when it comes … Continue reading Blooms & Moods

Ladies in White

Pinks, reds, yellows, purples...take me to where the ivory unfurls petals reminiscent of celestial wings,angel-whispers of the purest things, stories of strength derived from faith,and tales of troubles confronted with grace. Bold colors burst forth in the celebration of spring,but I find myself frozen, soul keenly listening to the ladies in white, swaying silently;they draw … Continue reading Ladies in White