Fleeing to the Sea

Is it the colors
or clouds
or water
that draws me here?
I think it is losing
all I think I know
in exchange for the
Great Unknown
eliminating my fears.

When it all builds up,
I flee to the sea
to speak to
Almighty Majesty
and offer it up,
the waves like His
reach,

and whatever I wish
to rid from me
gets lifted,
gets washed
out to sea.

And in return,
His spirit fills me,
gifting with seeds
of peace
planted in the places
science cannot
reach.

All images taken by me last night.

©LauraDenise

Placidity

Dragonfly’s silhouette

against the boundaryless blue

entrances me with mysticism,

and I still myself for a clue.

The secrets of the universe

he holds in all-seeing eyes,

billions of years of mysteries

flicker in wings that span time.

The evanescent moments in his presence

pass through me and leave

a mythological map

of the surreptitious path

to placidity.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Self-Love

The glow comes,

indeed, from love,

though she still walks

alone;

the spring in her step

is from a lighter load,

for she finally walks

alone,

free from the voices

that for so long falsely shouted above

her own.

Cracks and Puddles

The road may be hard, bumpy, cracked, broken…

but in that perceived destruction are the pieces

that make up the whole, and beneath and between it all… lies life.

Every morning, the sun rises, the same yet anew,

and uses yesterday’s rain to remind us

that the light and the green will always find a way through

to you.