Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Shades of bright pink–magenta, fuchsia, cerise–through a sea of gray, peak,a reminder that soon it will be spring. In the shroud of fog and mistthat seems to perpetually persist, nature refuses to statically subsist;every cloud will again disperse or lift. Time was constructed with the condition of motion with clauses that require stages of hibernation;every living thing … Continue reading Seasons Within
It's sooooooo dismal out there! People's weather. The holidays are always toughest for me. I hit my latest low the minute they "ended," when I let it all out. Just too many inner truths surface and get ripped open that I like to keep neatly wrapped the rest of the year and stashed away in … Continue reading Sunny Blooms
Perhaps the only thing that can fully fill those spaces insideis the Light,yet for that soul-quenching, we keep lookingto the tide. Words and image ©LauraDenise
Dense fog advisory. Dark, early Saturday morning. Mild temperatures. A perfect time to... head to the beach! I make my coffee to go. I love fog and mist, as I do rain and thunderstorms...something about the mood of this kind of weather invigorates my soul. It is another clue in the discovery of my own … Continue reading Inside Clouds
Trust in the shadows;they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong waysso the beacon may shine through. Listen for the truth;it whispers faithfully through the gale.Turn your back to the blustery lies;the bitterest of winds best fill the sails. You don't need a mapfor an evacuation route;just follow the signsHe's already laid out. He knows all, … Continue reading The Tiller
I am sooooooo excited and honored to have my dear blogging friend, dragonfly-whisperer/photographer, and fellow believer, Mike Powell, recite my latest poem! This is a very special poem to me and to have a special-to-me person recite it makes me a bit teary... Thank you, Mike! Please do pay Mike a visit to enjoy his … Continue reading Dandelions This Time
The most profound beautyis found in the mundane,outside the gardener's bordersbroken free from the rein; water from the heavensthat kisses the fleshproduces the sweetest of blossomsfrom what umbrella'd belles reject.The most desired flowerdons not perfect petals;the most exquisite featuresonly captivate when held close.Colors can distract and hidewhat lies beneath the surface;the purest beauty is only boldwhen … Continue reading Non-Roses
Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday
When a million mixed feelings rise up in medespite the dam I've so meticulously built,and the tears threaten to overtake, in the emotional disturbance, overspill, and I get so frustratedfor not being able to keep it down,and I get exhausted from the not understandingof these things too buried within myself, and upon my pillow, I offer up … Continue reading My Buoyancy
Bare branches adorned with cloudsmake tree less bleak, the sky less vast;puffy, comforting non-down fill inwhere leaves have flown the nest. Barrenness need not feel the wintry stingeven in the coldest seasons;in another's soul may soothingly burnthe warmth for the hearth needed.
