Poet. Writer. Photographer.
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
footprints in the sand headed to the sunset, the present turning to memories with each leisurely step time stands still yet it doesn’t, simultaneously moving while holding forever the moment no turning back as history proceeds, no undoing impressions once the pressure is released and the shape is ingrained indelibly though … Continue reading Present Turning
The sun always returns, the rain always dries, the colors come back, floral scents in the breeze again waft by in time. So, my darling, wipe those eyes. This season is passing soon. And another truth: right now, always, there is beauty and blessings all about you. Sometimes poetry is love letters … Continue reading Always
The windows I've peered out from in life have often been cracked with broken blinds and non-parallel slats, no out-of-the-ordinary views for I have not seen much "of the world" in terms of geography, only my local beautiful. Yet when I revisit the panes in my gallery to see if I have any … Continue reading Windows
Looking back at you, my future, looking for treasures in the tide, I hope what you seek, you will always be able to find. I hope the salt water refreshes and only from happiness falls from your eyes. Looking back at you, my future, with summer’s breeze and your golden strands at play, may … Continue reading Looking Back
Fallen blossoms, change of seasons, the beauty, though, still reaches through the years, across dimensions, memories' scents forever lifted, wafts of love brush the heart as silken sighs and subtle whispers... Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Yesterday, yesteryears are taken away with the setting sun; to keep the beauty, learn from mistakes, release regrets helps us move on. The specialness of each gifted present moment, we miss when we get hyper-focused keep our gazes affixed, keep treading, keep heading into that unreachable West, and before we know it, time, life, … Continue reading This Present
A little over two years ago, I visited Ponce de Leon Springs State Park with some friends. It was September, and the water was cold enough to keep most out of it, 68 degrees year-round. Some brave souls waded in the shallow waters. I dove headfirst off a rock into the deep. It was a … Continue reading Submersion
Motherhood memories framed in faded fall foliage stay forever green in me and bring me messages–– younger, naive eyes, somehow knowing, look to me as a reminder now that time keeps moving, and I try not to count the moments we could have made better, for forward is the direction of and … Continue reading Evergreen Autumns
When the petals fall, make potpourri to keep fresh the scent of the sweet memories. When the rain falls, look to the trees; wet feathers never deter the birds from singing. When loneliness sets in, know it's but one leg of the journey; paths cross for reasons, and someone special is coming... Poem and images … Continue reading When the Petals Fall
