Second Apiering

Tide flows, 
tide ebbs, 
changing, hiding, 
revealing the edges
of division.

I watch
the transitions,
half dream-drifting,
half paying
detail-attention.

Always thinking. 

I ponder on 
the ebb and flow, 
how one takes
and the other gives
in its rhythmic dance
to and fro

and how taking
can also be
giving, 
and giving be
taking,
and for each,
the difference 
is in the
seeking and releasing.

We send bottled messages
afloat, hopeful for
its accurate delivery
and offer what we desire
for burial at sea;

we collect treasures
and look for clues
from gods and mermaids
Destiny-strewn.

I notice in the wet sand
in between surf’s blanketing,
a secret passageway, 
a ladder to dreams,

unless, of course, 
it’s an evil illusion,
a detour or trap
set by opposing forces.

I wonder
how much 
is serendipity
and divine intervention
verses taking control
and free will’s actions,

if choosing the evanescent
option not on the maps
is a test of fortitude
or foolish brassiness.

Another option,
nonetheless, is presented:
two piers to walk,
but only one may
have no end. 

Poem and images by Laura Denise

Curses and Blessings

Deep in the thicket,
the strangers met, 
each escaping
abusive relationships,
seeking the alleged
encampment to rest.
They talked, they comforted, 
they began to open up.
Feelings were born
or stirred to remembrance.
Something magical 
organically flourished. 
But the curse of each 
found them and convened
and grew a thorny wall between,
but pure love and innocence 
in the end will summon 
The Supreme,
and upon wings, 
the Blessing came,
and the last of the Obstacles
fell forever away. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Organic Strands

Sand reset from man,
I become entranced
with the details of
single, swirling strands
of sensuous non-webs,
naturally highlighted
by Sun’s caressing hands
as time once again
slows, revealing all
there really is
to know
and leads my eye,
my soul,
through the untouched
and unknown
if not for my discovery.
I leave all undisturbed
as the week
uncoils from
my nucleic acids
and releases me
to breathe again.
The sea and
wildflowers within
begin to weave
with stems
and breezes
to stitch me
with soft sunbeams
and floral essences,
and I stay for
a few forevers
having the birds
serenading
with the familiar
carols heralding
spring…

Secret Garden

With the enchanted key
of my irises,
I slowly turn the handle
leading to the secret garden
that I will landscape with my lenses.
I gather and paint in my mind 
a glorious Eden
made from what February offers:
bright daylilies and sun to burst
my heart open at its seams. 
I will visit this created place of dreams
eternally!

I better see if mom is done
in the medical building… 
I try not to frolic too far when
I am needed… 

Bridges and Piers

Sunset-lit pier
fades from focus
as the miniature shell-bridge
draws me closer

and gets me thinking…

about what we extend
in our reach to connect, 
and what we retract
when we fear-react,

and all that’s gained
and lost from the taking
and passing of chance,
from the courage 
to not or to
act, 

and how far the distance
can be misjudged from perspective,
and in the grand scheme of things, 
how important it is,

and how often we miss 
and what we learn
when we look up
or bow our heads
to discern 

the difference. 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Softening

Sometimes, I
prefer the blur,
the softness,
of out of focus,
where it all becomes
muted and fuses
with the natural horizon,
and even my femininity,
graceful and soft-spoken,
has a voice among the hushes,
my lyrics freed but the language
not audible or of this world,
for it is my soul who recognizes
this celestial light befalling before
the sun bids us adieu, never
resting, only sharing itself with
others too, as this speck of a
planet shifts, and upon
this ray, I lay this kiss
to be sweetly
delivered
to you.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise