Tag: Flowers
One Golden Hour
Carry Me To Our Private
Carry me to our private
bed of white and light,
lay me down into
the escape portal
from the world;
my soul, revive.
Take me to where
the stars are floral,
where we’ll rearrange
the constellations
to suit our tomorrows.
My love, let me feel
your flesh press
into mine;
cover me with your love,
take me away
into your eyes.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Petals in the Sand
I am still faithfully following
petals as paths
with my soul’s whispered directions
to where you are at,
the one to reciprocate
all this love I have,
and along the way,
I’ve grown to love
the way
I am.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Precious Petals
Across the street from the ocean,
I reside,
at my everyday disposal
are the almighty tides,
the aquahorizon
with no opposite end
that blends with the sky,
no greater reminder
of the bigger picture
beyond this life,
and it does indeed
soul-energize,
but I’ve always known
the humility
of how insignificant we are:
I seek instead
the intimate inner warmth
I find crouched among
the non-garden flowers
inspecting the finest details
neglected and trodden,
and through my lens and art,
I depict how they feed
my heart,
shared roots and seeds
organically free
yet universally tied,
turning our faces
peacefully
to the shared light,
the Higher Power
who sculpted us both, all,
with intention and without
society-judged flaws,
precision in individuality,
every living piece
lovingly kneaded,
and when the rays
find and kiss petals,
this is the beauty
that stills me
breathless,
to see in crafted detail
the miracles of His Creation
and how love was meant
to prevail in every season.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Wildly Beyond
The sky is not
the limit
but the start;
the sun
never sets,
just lends
its rays west
and the stage
to the stars.
Wildflowers cannot
be weeded if
they sprout
from the heart;
you cannot stop mine
from rising beyond
the highest heights
of love.
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 poisonsÂ
of previous “gardeners”
with ill-intentions,
fencing us fromÂ
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 feelÂ
the cleansingÂ
rain.Â
Love willÂ
beget love
which willÂ
beget love
to spread.
It begins
with us.
It beginsÂ
within.Â
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Secret Garden
With the enchanted key
of my irises,
I slowly turn the handle
leading to the secret garden
that I will landscape with my lenses.
I gather and paint in my mind
a glorious Eden
made from what February offers:
bright daylilies and sun to burst
my heart open at its seams.
I will visit this created place of dreams
eternally!
I better see if mom is done
in the medical building…
I try not to frolic too far when
I am needed…
Secret Garden
Dissolving into Grace
Saving grace,
whole heart back
in your arms,
you hold all of me
as me;
I never knew
how non-words
could feel the best route.
Unspoken is our reset,
mutual forgiveness,
moving on
but not leaving
anything unaddressed.
We understand,
silent resolutions,
in the simple language
of love.
Do you mind if I stay
extra near
awhile,
to just exist
in this balance,
a respite
from the drama
of being so much?
Sometimes
(more often than not),
I exhaust
myself
with this wild heart
and wild soul
I house.
Hold me tight, my love.
You are the only one
who can.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise