I let myself be
in my own secret garden
the one whose touch blooms

Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I let myself be
in my own secret garden
the one whose touch blooms
choking vine pierces
peering into window pains
drains the last color
ember of strength flares
colors of chested dreams surge
from the inside paints
momentum floods up
the courage to turn away
and spread self-love’s wings
the greatest fear yet
overcome when exposing
the heart once again
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gold heralds the sun
rising waves always awake
leap up for the kiss
..and so I feel
in our everyday blessing,
in each “Good morning, princess,”
in the dreamy reality of
love’s soulful, soothing
bliss
nature awaits me
planting my favorite things
along lonely trails
I collect the gifts
in the basket of my heart
and carry them back
one day, home I’ll find
and decorate the cottage
with this fadeless hope
Poems and image ©LauraDenise
lost petals are lost
but we can lend ours when full
and even when not
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
toad-eye entrancement
needed memory-loss spell
forgetting those woes
Forlorn I was,
but Nature won’t have it
for long,
always intercepting,
knowing the sure-fire ways
to illicit my dimples;
this time,
in an unused planter,
my own fairy garden
to behold,
and if that wasn’t enough,
the realization
it was a family
portraying love.
Funny how I always see
the romance between
two fungi touching
and how there doesn’t seem
to be such a thing
as a mushroom
without the merry,
underfoot fairy
tales in toadstools,
though they wouldn’t actually hold
a toad unless they were magical,
but then again, I am the biggest
believer in that, after all…
unexpected growth
merry mushroom family
unplanted smile sprouts
Faithfully, my family
out-of-doors
takes care of me
whenever I start to feel
forlorn.
And my pup, of course.
Poems and images ©LauraDenise
I am not claiming to have a gift,
to be the one sought out
by enchanted beings,
but can anyone else see
the crab in the leaves
peering at me?
Clearly, he has a message,
to have crossed the busy street
from the beach;
does Titan need me
to immediately return to sea?
I hope all is well.
I get up close
to my crustacean friend.
I listen with my eyes
and take heart
to what he’s said…
misplaced habitat
red crab stares from the bushes
nets my attention
fresh spring rain on green
salty drops clinging to cheeks
all water cleanses
tears and tears the same
heteronyms for the pain
one dries, one remains
tears and tears post-storm
one can let the light reach through
one can bloom from love
Poems and images ©LauraDenise
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no hocus pocus
just imagination in
a magical world
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
the path always shifts
@bylauradenise on IG
listen for your soul’s whisper
leave first step’s imprint
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