Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
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
The thing about hope-feathers and wishies is that they depend on the breeze for launching. On this still day, sorrow wants to hang so heavily, but perhaps instead, I'll lend a soft breath just to keep these someday dreams from dying completely. All words and images on this site ©LauraDenise
It's that time of year! Southern magnolia trees are in bloom! Oh, how my heart leaps up when the grand floral make their debut! Such magnificent, prodigious petals in the color of purity fill my soul with a sense of excited glee, an unexplained happiness that hatches in me from long-lost identity each … Continue reading Opened Up
Sunrise kisses brushed upon eyelids, Quenching drops nourishing, renewing, the spirit, Velvet petals caressing the flesh, erasing false perfections, inner seeds in ecstasy sacrificially spilling, Breezes always joyfully willing to carefully carry the heart's deepest wishes, Lonely floating feathered silhouettes receiving comforting sunset ripples, Faithful mutually blooming companion, a bud always returning, Upon a pure … Continue reading This Is
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
Happiness is not always yellow and sunny. Laughter favors no particular season. A smile, though sparked most easily by another, still stems and spreads from within. The Moon and Clouds of Gray still reach out with benevolence, want just as much as Sun to see your face, your wings spread wide to spin and … Continue reading Happiness Is
On and on and on beats the heart despite the injuries and battle scars, despite the stitches repeatedly ripped out, reinfecting the raw with doubt. The heart beats on despite the desire to give in to the ache, the heart remains even when it breaks. The heart beats on the same whether buried, frozen, or … Continue reading On and On
A heart fills regardless of holes, its capacity surpasses expectations ten-fold. The well inside never remains dry despite the perception of hopelessness at the time of its most severe drought– that thirst, that ache, that doubt... I know, for I've felt both that hole in the pit of the abyss of the … Continue reading The Rising
Soundless snowflakes, silent night, white star lights faintly decorate the sky, and I keep my eyes and heart open wide, close my mind, still time... Every night painted fresh by the brush of His breath, O holy night granted to the blessed witness... I look up, and my center calms, spirits lift and … Continue reading Silent Night
The thing about matters of the heart and soul is that they are buried deep. The thing about the search for home is that it is a destination we cannot, in this life, reach. But the matters of the heart and soul are hidden clues we are meant to unearth in time. Some are … Continue reading Matters of the Heart and Soul
