Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Waves of yesterdays evidenced in footprints not yet erased lose their shadows in the gradual light of another day, and I add to them on my way to where the sand shows no trace of existence. I am one of the few witnesses. I patiently wait and wait for sun to make his … Continue reading Witness
white gull camouflaged against the white sugar sand sparkling on white shell in magical fashion white-crested waves crashing gracefully onto shore passing through me with the salty cure muted subtle hues calm my mind and spirit my arms i raise no wings to lift away with i fall into the surf and when all … Continue reading Emergence
They even closed the beach during the supposed pandemic. And with all that has been going on in the world weighing so heavily upon my sensitive heart, those initial barefoot steps upon the boardwalk bridge began immediately changing me inside once again, and I needed it, once again. The bridge between the world and the … Continue reading Fleeing Land
Pure and white, in the morning light, the large, soft petals lovingly envelop me as if I were its center missing and returning home; the embrace makes my eyes close, and I lose myself in the sweet scent of belonging, the chaos within me subsides, and I know what serenity feels like for the first … Continue reading It All Started with a Flower
Is it the colors or clouds or water that draws me here? I think it is losing all I think I know in exchange for the Great Unknown eliminating my fears. When it all builds up, I flee to the sea to speak to Almighty Majesty and offer it up, the waves like His reach, … Continue reading Fleeing to the Sea
The root of it all, the root that grew for so long beneath, was much larger, more complex, than I expected it to be, for noiseless it was deep within, a tumor of the psyche for so long, so slowly expanding, the vines that sprouted clung on with vicious might, penetrating the … Continue reading The Root
My heart was fragile, tissue-paper thin. Only you could continuously drip the nourishment I needed in a way in which I could absorb it all without tearing or having my petals fall, and you saw past the false decoy colors I donned, knew beneath, my heart's truest hue was pure, a dove, … Continue reading Drops of You
A broken shell, a damaged heart, can still be filled, can overflow, with light and warmth. All words and images on this site ©LauraDenise
Waters clear and calm, ripples soothe, no waves to brace for, this side, new though in existence all along; I must guide the others lost through poetic song... Poem and images ©LauraDenise
reinvention of the self a mosaic from pieces forged and discovered some to be polished painted others best with the coatings of dust and dirt my favorite so far the healing gem you led me to to dig up myself with the skills I learned by watching you Poem and images ©LauraDenise
