Tranquility Ripples

Tranquility inside,
a choice,
choosing the bay side,
slowing rough waters
to ripples,
muting colors to fuse
land to sky as
complex fades
to simple.

Walking the plank
to pause the world,
abandoned pier,
quaint and personal,
tucked between
leafy trees
and sea grasses
swaying subtly,

a landscape painted
lovingly
just for you.
Slip into
serenity,
retreat until
restored anew.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Serene Wrap

serene scenery

transfer trickles

the peace

into me

like a healthy IV

the sound’s ripples

carry me

inward, deep

to a place

i knew not

but believed in

an oasis

where a soul

self-refreshes

and i move

in slow motion

to not disrupt

the dream state

colors so muted and blended

the water and sky

appear the same

i reach out to touch

the apparition

but my fingers

feel the wet paint

not yet set

for i am in the center

of the process

one with the

medium in the moment

the water and sky

colors me

around me

benevolently wraps

until i am one

undetected

blended

liquefied

into the canvas

unsure if i

want to go

back

Walking the Plank

walking the plank–

deserted pier,

surrounded by

the aquaclear

sandy waters

settle,

ripples slow

time,

symmetrical reflections

coax new perceptions

to rise

imperceptible shifting

brings equilibrium back,

balance natural,

no longer an act

at the end of the plank

nothing but benevolence,

I hesitate longer

and revel in the sentence

Where the Pier Ends

Where the pier ends

is where my dreams begin,

where the colors of sky

and aquahorizon blend.

I sail away

into the unknown,

following charted stars

to return to the home

I have yet to find

but am certain

I have been missed,

and I cannot wait

to fall into the embrace

of arms

and finally feel

that kiss.