Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Hold me tender,
the only one I seek:
temporary tear breach.
Dam the rest
as your love ripples,
fills again those crevices,
archaic, getting old.
I long for those fissures
to grave-grow cold.
Your weathered browns
still warm my soul.
(No sadness today, just recalling those times in each season when I needed most, and you drew me near to remind me of the greatest, purest truth I know. ❤️)
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
This one’s for Roger. Keep dreaming, my friend! 🙂
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I never did
become bitter,
never let
my heart freeze,
but slowly,
I loosened
the grip
on the string
of my dream…
Not a death,
but last rites
respectfully
performed,
its helium
finally lost
just above
your shore…
My heart
descended
gently
into your hands;
I felt
that moment,
for inside me,
hope fluttered
again.
The way we make
our own magic,
dispel the spells
of cynicism,
leads me so easily
in complete belief
that our love will indeed
win.
So dance with me, my darling,
through all these ups and downs;
we’ll keep relighting our dreams
and color our own world.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I’ve loved before.
That’s what lovers do.
Never the problem,
just the flue.
My heat rising
and released,
but others
closed the vent.
I self-suffocated
each ember
of chance.
Again.
And again.
But my match,
finally met.
Impervious
to my intensity,
my molten form
held so tenderly.
I still love them all
for that’s what lovers do,
but so grateful each
closed that flue.
My fire is now
oxygenated,
a type of glow
that originated
when I was finally able
to feel being held,
and the way he made me
first love
myself.
We fell,
we rose,
along the way,
grew together,
blue and white
lovemaking
constellation
flame.
Oaths unspoken,
wordless vows,
our mutual love
could never be spelled,
no linguistic language
to transcribe these feelings
when souls communicate
in spiritual understandings,
silent exchanges
through touch and glances,
in light and irises,
we commune, begin
our dance.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Hibiscus past prime,
creation divine,
chrysalis of love
hatched, released
into the light.
Intricate shell
fossilizes secrets;
sometimes what’s
left behind is all
the epitaph needed.
Before they drown me,
I set them free,
release regrets
to the benevolent sea.
The negative leaves
in the ebb,
and in return
brings baptism.
Another rebirth,
a buoyant start,
no more weight
syncing me
to the dark.
Crest reflects
heaven’s light,
angels waking
at sunrise.
Arms spread wide
as the flow approaches,
submerged in the healing
saltwater solution.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I pray not
for Him
to expedite
my wishes;
I wait not
for Him
to do
what I can.
His timing
I keep
full faith in
and ask
to know
my part
in His
perfect plan.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Never before have
the mushrooms come,
having sprung up
beneath the colors
of the setting sun,
like harbingers sending word
for the others to follow suit,
to settle in, to family reproduce.
I feel like the searched-for
hostess, the mortally-cloaked
fairy princess.
Little do the other humans know,
I live to be that escape artist,
to visit like Alice
the enchanted kingdoms
among the petals and leaves
and gypsy fungus.
Even the dog knows
to respect the magic.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
