Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Raindrops cling to Japanese Maple;Time suspends them to give way toStillness's held breath... subtly exhaledafter I pass as if I were the royal angel. Bare feet upon the cool, smooth stones,into another potential garden of myself, I enter alone,a blossoming bud out of place among the shibui growth;humbly, I pause to reflect but recognize this … Continue reading Gardens Along The Way
Without a doubt, one of my favoriteparts of life isclouds. The soft pastelsat dawn lift me upand take me home;sunset-backdropped,at day's end,I am delivered again,haloed in gold. Nature-ensconced, nature-infused, nature my lifeline,nature my truth-school. I befriend every creature and petal,explore every infinitesimal detail,lose all track of time in the macrofinding clues about myself, but nothing He has madeentrances … Continue reading Cloudscapes
May Day birthday, one to addgenuinely to my scant album of joyful memories, as Time bows down to still itselfand lets me live some momentsimmortally beneath the Magnolia trees that seemed to have waitedfor this occasionto begin their epic blooming. So dear to me have becomethe velvet ivory,symbolizing hopeand soul purity, so many seasons dormant,waiting … Continue reading Beneath The Magnolia Trees
Don't tell me there is no divinitywhen I am looking heaven in the eye,infused with the essence, soul-transfixed, lifted,swirling upwards as colors become light,and the ingress solicitously entices the spiritas form sublimes, shapeshifts until undefined,and passes through the full transfusion of serenitythrough the glowing portal in the after-pouring sky. Poem and this evening's photo ©LauraDenise
Concrete daisies veiled in silhouette,shadows upon the crushed,colorless. Wind-caressednonetheless,the mood of the kinesthetic,interpretless, no witness,for every glanceis upon the sourcehues and scent, the cast-shadow dance,musicless. I fall into a trancewatching all the waysthe whispered stories on the side non-stageare artistically portrayedin the concrete-daisyballet. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Beneath the Prunus avium Plena,I walk with thee,our souls the samedouble bloom,pure white,light-laced,bound tenderly. Graceful and graciousis this love;we bow humbly. The birds sing.Eternal spring.Hearts hatched;finally, the Birthing. My life beganwhen you reachedfor my hand,and we strolled into our dreams leisurely,intentionally losingourselves togetheramong the double whitecherry trees. Photo sent to me by a friend ❤
In the texture of petals,in the lifelines and veins,I silently read the private storiesin the evaporating, evanescent after-rain. In the ones with the audacity to rise and bloom where they please, defying borders and surviving pesticides, I feel myself for the first time breathe. In the tiniest, overlooked complexities, I scrutinize worlds within,chosen and privy to the revealingof the … Continue reading Of Wildflowers
With my hand on your beard,as I look through the windowsof your soul, release some of the fears,let your eyes close,feel more than hope –with certainty, know. With my hand on your heart, feel the warmth, a blanket wrapped lovinglyin front of the hearth;I will hold it tenderly,never let go,so you never againfeel the chill of alone. With my hand in yours, a … Continue reading With My Hand
Natural and manmadesilently juxtaposed,constructed polesoff the mark,crooked, leaning, despite attempted anchoring, branches gravitating in the right direction, toward the Lightof the World, rooted in belief,faith running deep,grasping earth,dirt, free of concrete, sand and soil offeringssupporting verticalinner growthto break ground,breathe air,sprout, bloom, reach,embraced,loving whisperssaying you arebeautiful. When the artificial lightgoes out, I am able to clearlysee. Obstructed view,no view, no proof:nothing needed. Even afterthe sun … Continue reading When the Lamp Goes Out
I saw a miracle,or how a miraclewould be explainedby scientistsignorantly: I saw a wishbecome a dream,then beliefbirth it intoreality, deep feelingsigniting all synapses in a total firing, a supernovaof the heart,a soular sunburstwith only doubtdying, for when the purestof whispersget heard by benevolent Night,legend has itthe stardust fallsto earth as seedsfrom the sky, and in the lastof the … Continue reading The Gardening
