Tag: Hearts

Perhaps True Love is Not

Perhaps true love is not
long-lost soulmates reunited
or two hearts shaped
puzzle-piece- or locket-and-key-like;

perhaps it’s not just one
but any two who
can fit just right
if each only trades in
fears for freedom
to rise as shared light,

and in that lift,
opposite of fall,
that is when hearts
are melted and forged

into the fitting pieces
or key and lock
to open the chest
and remember
what is love,

and what if love’s touch is not
a lightning spark but the hearth
that holds the flame’s warmth
long into the darkest hours,

or the faithful embers
staying aglow
for the return of air
to ignite the soul.

Dimensions

My heart and soul
tire me out,
always frolicking
away and about,

relentless in their
prodding and searching,
no toe-dips,
just all-in swan-diving

into every unknown,
exploring, testing, challenging
the boundaries
of this world,

restless to breach
every deterrence
placed by societal rules
and norms…

So much fear
in potential soulmates
with whom to travel
these magical non-roads.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Bubble Dreams

Dangerous to dream, I know. 
Foolish to fly in a bubble! 
Either could burst
without notice, 
drop you fast in a plummet 
to the hard reality surface. 

But what if…

the trajectory was directed
by angels’ breaths 
and the bubble made impenetrable,  
a shield only able to be
forged from the past,
and you were gently lowered
precisely as intended
by the benevolence
of your higher power
assisting you in the navigation 
toward your heart’s
deepest and purest desire?
What if the bubble 
met passion’s fire?
And in the ashes
two phoenixes rose
and began new life
and left behind 
all the rainbows 
found in bubbles?

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

One (More) Prayer

Blinded by tears,
but sight not needed
when folded in prayer
and the heart is leading

through the dark,
no darkness able to extinguish
the soul’s pilot light igniting
the vigil of candles
in a community’s deepest wishes,

one prayer
all I’ve ever believed
to be needed,
but at the same time,
what if one more
is all that’s needed…

when any fellow brother or sister
is pleading
to the stars and moon
and higher powers
to feel the tourniquet
wrapped around the bleeding.

Some prayers in my most lonely hours
were mine alone for another,
and I always hoped it was enough,
just my solo anguished heart lifted up

to God.
I think one is always
enough,

but just in case
yours makes the difference
in jumping the threshold,
let’s pray together,
let our heard and unheard
hearts unite
as one.

We can go back
to being distant
when we’re done.

Or we can hold on
to the memory of this moment
when we joined
the angels’ solemn song.

Let His will be done.

Drops of Time

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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 bring
what you can’t help but
need

and deserve.
Eventually,

the future, too,
moves on.
And before you know it,
you’ve achieved

survival
until you’re

g
o
n
e
.

Let your future
bring you

love…

❤

 

Walking Beside Faith

The sun rises,

Nahko sings,

my eyes tear up a bit

from realizing

there is a peace

finally

brewing inside me,

side by side,

but bit by bit,

converting

the sadness.

Still, frustration

persists.

Neutrality is not

happiness,

but I have all the time

left

to move forward

in this slow motion;

at this pace,

it surely cannot pass me by

again.

I am alert. Patient.

Appreciating beauty’s detail

with each step

upon this new, glorious

trail leading me

to wherever it is

I should go

next.

My arms, outstretched,

soak in the sun,

and my fingertips brush

the prairie’s growth,

both of us glow—

the breeze seems

the only one

in a rush.

But the butterflies

defy

being taken away by it.

Instead, they use it

to their benefit,

fly against it,

still dance.

And their colors

complete the

canvas.