Tag: newday

I Wear the Gold


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I wear the gold of the beauty-brushed coast
as dawn coats us both with the light of hope;

I feel it bleeding into my soul.

A new day is birthed into the waves,
a new year on a calendar man-made;

timelessness prevails in the ocean’s refrain.


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The gold is neither molten nor cold;
it warms to life the dreams put on hold,

and for anointment, I offer the ones held close.

Seashells keeping infinite secrets
glisten silently still yet reaching;

maybe there is a message meant for me…


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The gold scatters away as the day awakes,
but I still glow from being soaked in those celestial rays;

it resides inside of me, an inextinguishable flame.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Predawn Calls

Pre-dawn calls,
beckons me to come
outdoors to witness
the ceremony of Sun

in its ritualistic return,
for each genesis of day,
I insist in being present
for the glorious display;

birdsong lifts
as a gift, and I
turn skywards
my soul-window eyes,

and inside me,
all falls still
as the silhouette-on-pastel clouds
drift and swirl,

and Time itself
forgets to propel
the earth
in those moments
so angelically tranquil.

Just Another Monday Morning

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 potential

outlook change

emitted from

soul-sourced

natural, genuine

rays.

Just another Monday morning

gifted in divine splendor,

another opportunity

to use my gifts

and personality

to make a difference

for the better.

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Witness

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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 way

and finally show

his unconditional

bright face.

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He lights up mine

as well as my eyes

and sparks my heart

to life.

 

I give thanks.

I pray.

 

Upon the ray

that travels from him

to me

across the sea,

I lay

my troubles

and watch them

get carried away.

Again, my heart soars,

 

free,

 

this moment,

the only thing

I choose to carry.

It will live forever

in me.

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Although I walk away,

I am weightless, so

my footsteps

leave no imprints,

though I exist

more so than when

I came.

 

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Golden Beams

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 all equally,
so for now, I indulge fully
in the personal cosmic intimacy

and climb aboard the silent ray,
let it suspend me for a while,
like a hammock, I sink into it,
and suspend all my heart’s trials.

Before the world comes alive,
I try to linger in these moments,
for the sun’s first offering
is always the most golden.

Poem and images from this morning ©LauraDenise

The Green

Golden sunbeam

finds me

between the leaves;

I cannot hide

from nature’s loving

reach.

Each new day

offers new ways

for sleepy dreams

to be rejuvenated

and for goals

to be reached,

for the only thing

between

is belief,

and will

to go after

each,

for guaranteed

after every winter

like spring,

the potential

in every bare branch

and buried seed is

the green.

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise