Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Palms sway, stealing fame from the sunset itself; tropical leaves lead the way to the surf and the shells. The signature landmarks naturally announce "welcome to your getaway," beckoning you to forever stay, where romance whispers and dreams play. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
obstructed by boulders, been told of the horizon beyond make the best of the dead-end called home the road placed upon no need for wings when caged by ceiling dreams fading suffocating gaze turned away from that crack letting in light ears choose to no longer be fooled by hope's lullaby no way out of … Continue reading Obstructed
Diversity seems to seamlessly exist in harmony in nature especially along the Shore of Bliss, birds of different feathers, no two shells the same, we the only judges of beauty, assigning value and names. All words and images ©LauraDenise
Somewhere over the rainbow, beyond the shore, beyond the bay, someone is daydreaming of getting away to the paradise I get to live in every day, yet here I am already there, upon the same rainbow daydreaming of following the arc to the paradise of your arms if but only for one evening... … Continue reading Same Rainbow
Yellows and pinks seem to bring bright, happy things to mind: smiley faces, bright sunny days, carefree moments in the absence of time, kisses on the cheek, silliness unleashed, giggles reminiscent of youth, butterflies dancing, candy shop treats, floating on inflatables toward dreams in pools. Take me to … Continue reading Yellows and Pinks
Audio (Click here.) My head is bowed, my concentration in and out of intenseness on this leisure seashell hunt, looking along the shore for treasures no longer sunk. Nothing occupies my mind, for once, except for the task at hand, approaching each disruption to the smoothness of the tide-wiped sand, natural remnants scattered seemingly … Continue reading Signs in the Shells
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 … Continue reading Witness
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 … Continue reading Golden Beams
Audio (Click here.) Oh, Great Coral Conch Shell by the seashore, if I whisper you my secrets, will you share with me yours? If I tell you what I think about these mysteries to be true, will you reveal nuances subtly as clues? If I sat here still and listened attentively, would you tell me … Continue reading Seashell Ifs
She soaks her dreamcatcher feathers in moonlight to harness the lunar power of cosmic possibilities; though the glow does not keep, from the weave into her dreams the magic seeps, and she dances all night among the stars, flowing dress sweeping across the sky in a solo performance that causes sentimental clouds to cry, and … Continue reading Feathers Aglow
