Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Take my hand, love,and never let golike you took my heartand then my soul. Hands claspedin an infinity knot,ringed fingers wovenbut chained not,for never freerhave we ever soaredthan with each otherand each day more.This love is light.This love lifts.This love is life.This love, a gift. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
We have the moon, love;it brings you here.Gravity drawsyour spirit nearerlike the tides rise,but we will never fall–except in loveagain and again, each lifetime,a renaissance. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Give me cloudy days!Fill the skieswith grandiose displays,billows of magnificence,those ever-shifting shapes! No sunrise will I misswhen those clouds get their first kissand set off on their journeyblushing with pink bliss. Let the clouds continue to bloomwhen the skies default to blue;all day long, let them comeand show off what they can do. I'll still … Continue reading Give Me Cloudy Days
To be too heavily drenched in dogmahinders the flitting of my wings;Spirituality keeps me soaringto dispense light into others' dreams.My morality is Mendelian,deeply imbued before birth.Religion-commitment issuesplague me; a dozen flirt.I believe. With all that I am.I believe. I always have. Supreme Being(s).Loving Creator.So much more before,so much more after. I infuse myself with nature,immerse … Continue reading Alar Faith
This restless love that resides in me is so alive, constantly bubbling, a fluid love that could never be still or stagnant; it's an endless spring, at a higher level, repeatedly recharging, from the artesian aquifer, naturally rising, this restless love, pureness extracting, crystal goodness from the heart's tapping, endless expression manifesting, the need to … Continue reading Our Hydrology
silken single threadnature’s web of life weavingthe dawns and seasons Peace still exists:it is in the stillness,in the first soft light ofdawn's shadow-displacement, when the heavens descendand dust creationwith a coat of goldequally in every nation, each new day, a giftuntainted,like fresh snow'spure, printless blanket. Peace is imperviousto extinction;its persistent existence benignantin perpetuum flourishing. Peace … Continue reading The Thread
The endless facets that make up the gem of you, I explore leisurely, attracted to each sparkle and groove, each shadow in every nook and cranny— your cranium, your body, the white light of your soul where all the colors combine to illuminate my way home. I touch each part of you, and the heat … Continue reading Endless Facets
Backyard bliss,natural nature,no planted gardens,sandspurs a danger,still I get loston endless adventuresin the same placeJanuary through December.Lockdown or not,outdoors always exist,and I have never needed to go farto find an oasis;it's in the details,the enchanted escape,mixed with imagination,that can transform any space.Privacy fencesguard potential judgementas I photograph theendless wonderments.I still myself always,and time follows suit;I … Continue reading Backyard Bliss
I would challenge anyonewho thinks they love nature more than me, can get lost in it longer, feel more content in it, a belonging, have it restore balance more fully, see what I feel gifted to see, get any closer to the most supreme being...I am happy in nature. As much as the 2020 school … Continue reading On Happiness
This Halloween Night sky stuns me in my tracks. Green irises fall under the enchantment. Blue moon, full, Luna leads me into loss of time; I succumb to the spell of the nocturnal clouds silently sailing by.
