Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Sometimes a heart clings
to a fragment of green
dream as its wings begin
the dying.
I thought it was
a butterfly.
Perhaps butterflies
are dreams reincarnated
in another life,
for those who feared
the letting go
to reach
the height.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Cycloptic serpent
scorched deep
into my being,
color of decay
not even attempting
to camouflage
into my resilient green,
laying eggs,
disease breeding,
growing larger,
but still unable
to see,
for at my core
is also my heart,
and it bleeds
in light.
You try
to grow more eyes,
but this love
inside
will always
render you
blind,
not Karma
but what is right
finally
for I have falsely seen
too clearly
all my life
your lies.
The exorcist has arrived:
self-love.
Parasite,
good final bye.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
flaming red fire burns loud and heatless in the fall– leaf before the pyre
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
green rivulets flow in numerous feeds minute– inner world of leaf
Laura Denise 