Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Heart-sensors extra sensitive, picking up mixed signals of every human emotion, eyes brim with unidentified sadness but do not spill over, for tears that mix simultaneously with happiness get recalled to the cauldron to start over in the feelings-concoction, stirred not by hand but all that I am, have been through, have yet to see, … Continue reading Mystery to Me
Sometimes, I think of those few I offered my heart to, but I try not to, for the sting threatens to unstitch me; no matter how much sugar I pour in the wounds, the truth of the matter is none of them wanted me. Perhaps these romantic dreams I weave keep me suspended above the … Continue reading Suspended
Sometimes you need to let go of both the past and present to make room for your future waiting so patiently to embrace you if your heart and arms were not so full of nonliving yesterdays and unfulfilling todays; though they may haunt and though they may sustain, it is only your future that can … Continue reading Drops of Time
Ocean, timeless. All stages and walks of life equally embraced, welcoming the soul to seek and find... No two secrets alike, but the sea harbors so many similar dreams, secret pleas whispered, its waves filled with such murmurs... Some search for shells, some for treasures, some look for those bottles with rolled up letter-answers, some … Continue reading Ocean Timeless
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
Unintentionally slipping away from Moon as my dreams the stars granted start to come true, like so many slip away from God after their pleas are spilled and tears dry up. But I am even closer to Him after the showers of blessings, with humble gratitude and daily thanksgiving. So I apologize … Continue reading Away from Moon
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
