Poet. Writer. Photographer.
How many storiescan there be in petals? How long can I remainunfound in the meadow? How can the same patch of landbe so ever-changing? How many more potential bad dayscan Mother Nature keep preventing? How is it that I am the only one bearing witnessto so much magic on a daily basis? How much longer … Continue reading Release Me
Some chambersof the heartcannot be revived,but somehow, in time,the others manageto thrive,filling in with extracolor and light,like fall delicatelypreserved despitethe returning of spring,some thingssimply adapt inside,like a damaged heartthat syncsto another’s beat,incapable of replacingor restoring that partbut giving new lifeto a deserved and beautifulheart. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
There is a garden of lore in which the flowers blossomfrom the light within, keeping them ever candescent, white lanterns, scented,illuminating the directionto each soul's centerto rest snuggly within, a respite from the ways of the world,a healing oasisfrom even the self; no ghosts can enterfor heaven's seventh circle only allows angels and their guest mortals. I was going to … Continue reading Garden of Light (With Audio)
Frosted silver-blue in springushers in eucalyptus dreams.I inhale the heavenly possibilities wafted through my senses and altering my inner being, frosting me with the sweetscents of what can beand what can never be lost,centuries of hope long agoand perpetually seededthat spring up each annual seasondespite the body's expirationsacrificed for the birthingof eternal angel wings. Every heart's whisper, every tear that … Continue reading Spring Frosting
Moonrise, ocean waves, lull me awake;wash over meyour indigo dreamscapes.Ankle deep, the magic waters seepup into the inner streamsof my being, flush out the day's impuritiesuntil I'm cleansed of the trivialthat tries to cling.Moonrise, ocean waves, take me farther away:return my formfor an hourto mermaid.Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Few things do I findmore peaceful than the golden hoursI make and spend with non-peoplein those euphoric momentsI string togetherbetween the shadows, sitting among the beesin neither garden nor bramble,a weedy yard as proxy for the meadowI have yet to discoveras my special place to feel home. In the meantime, longer still, will I spend unweaving the webto the portal. I watch in comfortingcompany … Continue reading Tea With Honey Bee
Another fallen blossom...like the ones beforein years passedI photographedand told stories for. Each of these moves mein such profound ways;what's underfoot,what others pass,stops me in my trackswith the silent beautyso profoundly displayed. For a lifetime, I feelI could sit and contemplate,reflect on all the lessonsand secrets it portrays... This is how I knowI'm different, for off … Continue reading A Fallen Blossom At Dawn
One single ladybugupon the petals pink. Enough to thrill me,unwrap my childhood glee,take me back topure and natural naïvety; my hair wrapped upatop my head messily, but I feel it fallinto playful pigtailsand hear my childhoodcall, giggling. I am such a nature freak,perhaps geek.Probably both. But it's been seven yearssince I've seen one of these,after having … Continue reading Single Lady Beetle
I am NOT a gardener.Though a gardener I've never tried to be...Every natural wonder I've ever encounteredhas been there before me, remnants from previous tenants' tastesand sculptures wild and freelovingly planted in my pathby the Creator Almightyand meant at the time of discoveryto be the personal messages needed. And so it is with my hibiscus pinks, cut … Continue reading Resilient Hearts
Vulnerable, fragile, fleeting, yet trusting, May petals humbly open to receive Dawn's blessing, and I do not take for granted this holy witnessing: upon bird wing and song, Hope's daily lifting.
