Still

Injury to the heart
forever alters the beat:
weeping wounds, scar tissue,
yet a chamber still
sings…

Words and image ©LauraDenise

Sunday Sunrise

Silent Sunday,
save for the waves
and the call
of the seabirds
for sun to bring
her grace.

Words and images ©LauraDenise 8-15-21

One Bloom

Sometimes we can light
another’s candle
from the light
of our very soul,
and sometimes
it only takes
one bloom
refusing to fold
to awaken
the world.

Words and image ©LauraDenise

If Sunflowers Can

If sunflowers can
root themselves in sand
to choose the sea,
so can I
morph into myself
and choose my own
destiny.

Words and images ©LauraDenise

Personal Dawn

Cracked blinds,
unwashed windows,
dusty dreamcatcher
mislead;
the sun has finally found
the seed in me.

Hold Me

Hold me tender,
hold me through;
until I believe,
whisper again to me
those delicate truths.

Sometimes I fall in love with wildflowers; this is one of those times. From my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bylauradenise/

Tidal-Less

Perhaps the only thing that can fully fill those spaces inside
is the Light,
yet for that soul-quenching, we keep looking
to the tide.

Words and image ©LauraDenise

Wishes

I don’t need you
to lift me
to see my future
holds all of my wishes;
I already know,
for you are now
in it.

Words and image ©LauraDenise

My IG Poetry/Photography

You can find my haiku and micropoetry and more of my photography on Instagram:

instagram.com/bylauradenise

If you are on IG, drop your link in the comments so we can all connect there, too!

Here is my post from today…

Sincere seeds
heart-harvested
naturally bloom
to sprinkle cheer
in discreet, little ways
that speak
volumes,
and the bouquet
never wilts,
remaining in the soil
of the soul
to regenerate
offshoots,
eternal growth.

The Orb

orb of light suspended
protected by barkless tentacles
the fire descends
for the ancient ritual

soundless ceremony
tree spirits of old
centuries of wisdom
remain untold

a vision of truth
purity of purpose
i become entranced
test my worthiness

Written for BrewNSpew’s first ever weekly prompt: Ceremony.
Thanks for hosting, Eugenia!