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
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
A deeper connection lingers, clings to the last drop of hope, frozen in time to allow us one last opportunity to catch its saving, quenching sustenance to coat that ache, that thirst, that rawness for what our souls were created to desire. I reach for you in a moment of vulnerability, in a moment in … Continue reading Last Drop
white gull camouflaged against the white sugar sand sparkling on white shell in magical fashion white-crested waves crashing gracefully onto shore passing through me with the salty cure muted subtle hues calm my mind and spirit my arms i raise no wings to lift away with i fall into the surf and when all … Continue reading Emergence
Waterdrops drip from the gray, but they do not dilute my colors; boldly, they remain. My dreams are not made of sidewalk chalk in danger of the rain; they cannot be washed away. They are more like the wildflower, beautiful bloom with roots that the earth selflessly lends a hand to, so the … Continue reading Rainy-Day Dreams
Sometimes I like the blurry pictures, the ones not quite so defined, especially when they mix like watercolors into the distant sunset sky, for like my mind, all that about me relaxes now with unposed ease, and it seems even the flowers give way to the gentle breeze, and as I sip sangria beneath the … Continue reading Sunset Petals
