Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Just another Monday morning getting out of the car at work, just another opportunity to fine-tune my attitude at the week's start, to remember how every sparkle in the eyes of my masked face can make a world of a difference when it graces someone's day. The lights above the stadium's remind me of the … Continue reading Just Another Monday Morning
Sunflowers in the sand baffle my preconceived notions, such a traditional earthy flower sprouting alongside the ocean. It draws me in, such an unexpected sight, yellow-bursting heads, mini-suns against the muted, so bold and bright. So many thoughts beyond the beauty begin to orbit in my mind. I am reminded of childhood, … Continue reading Sunflowers in the Sand
mourning dove the morning after I will shed the tears for you, dear lady I will grieve but we most both look to the sun it rises again and our lives go on even without the physical presence sometimes of lost ones we love the circle of life contains the dark and the light the … Continue reading Ravaged Nest
I escape undetected slip past the sea-oat rimmed fence, cross the bridge to the great blue expanse, leave behind the land until toes get lifted from underwater sand, and I am in the unstable hand, at the whim of my moody but trusted friend to take me fathoms deep into the abyss … Continue reading Undetected
shapeshifting skypaints the awe for me a constant gift of heaven’s brush Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Welcome to Paradise! Leave all that you carry and weightlessly sink your toes and soul into the warm, sandy silk, let the palm leaves sway you into dreams where whatever you please, you receive, without any guilt. Upon the tide, set your secrets afloat; no need for a glass-bottle bottomless boat, for your messages will … Continue reading Welcome to Paradise
Sometimes, an ember of sunshine is all we need, that bit of hopeful light to safely keep in a pocket, in a palm, in a locket, in a song, nourish it until it again is strong enough to fully illuminate on its own, for sometimes even the sun gets weary of using … Continue reading Authentic Light
Audio (Click here.) My head is bowed, my concentration in and out of intenseness on this leisure seashell hunt, looking along the shore for treasures no longer sunk. Nothing occupies my mind, for once, except for the task at hand, approaching each disruption to the smoothness of the tide-wiped sand, natural remnants scattered seemingly … Continue reading Signs in the Shells
Waves of yesterdays evidenced in footprints not yet erased lose their shadows in the gradual light of another day, and I add to them on my way to where the sand shows no trace of existence. I am one of the few witnesses. I patiently wait and wait for sun to make his … Continue reading Witness
Golden beams lovingly reach through the leaves and beckon me to hop on; so far away is the day star yet so personal, this dawn to find me here among the birds before the day's bustle begins, as I walk to pacify the restlessness within. Soon the light will flood the day, cast down over … Continue reading Golden Beams
