Poet. Writer. Photographer.
The things we edit... When it comes to my photography, editing to me is not perfecting, so I suppose I should call it altering; it is transforming creatively the tone, literarily, though that often comes from color changes, cooling or warming, fading or imbuing, really a canvas with my technology as the brush, though you … Continue reading Dynamic Art
In lieu of petals, on a barren stem, a bud of lighthatches open. The message clear:it's all a bit more thana matter of perspective. You can focus on the lossor fill it in. One comes from stagnancy,the other action. We can do so much morewith what we are given. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Standing bold and brightbefore the woods,a single yellow bloom...the contrast stops my shadow;what a story we've stumbled into!The single yellow bloomseems larger than the sunwhen all alone beamingagainst a backdropof humdrum.No other bloom around, just towering matchstick pines;the only flame, though, ignited from a heart of goldcocooned insidebrave enoughto shine. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
It's sooooooo dismal out there! People's weather. The holidays are always toughest for me. I hit my latest low the minute they "ended," when I let it all out. Just too many inner truths surface and get ripped open that I like to keep neatly wrapped the rest of the year and stashed away in … Continue reading Sunny Blooms
If I had but one blank page to fill,what would my message be? What dance would my fingers performacross the finite-lettered keys? How could I paint in black-fonta picture of beauty and hope that would reach and pierce with lightthe souls who need it most? If I were confined to the cage of a page,how … Continue reading One Blank Page
Gray Plague Part choice, part determinationit seems to beto avoid the exterminationwhile still livingcaused by the lossof feelingwhen we fallinto that stateof complacency,the dangerous hibernationof our dreams,the steps we taketurning our backon the wayit could be,should be...It's not easyto keep the grayfrom takingour colors.We fade,part victim,part converter;we don't sellour souls,we give them now awayin exchangefor … Continue reading Gray Plague
silken single threadnature’s web of life weavingthe dawns and seasons Peace still exists:it is in the stillness,in the first soft light ofdawn's shadow-displacement, when the heavens descendand dust creationwith a coat of goldequally in every nation, each new day, a giftuntainted,like fresh snow'spure, printless blanket. Peace is imperviousto extinction;its persistent existence benignantin perpetuum flourishing. Peace … Continue reading The Thread
Another seasonushers inwinds of changefrom the heavens; purpose aplenty,all four bringsomething specialmeant for each. Still yourselfoutdoors to discoverthe whispers of hopeand messages for you. Open your heartto receive the blessingshidden in nature,and offer thanksgiving. Mother Natureand Father Timework together,know your desires. Turn not a blind eyenor deaf ear,doubt not everthat your miracleis near... It is … Continue reading Upon the Wind
Just another Monday morning getting out of the car at work, just another opportunity to fine-tune my attitude at the week's start, to remember how every sparkle in the eyes of my masked face can make a world of a difference when it graces someone's day. The lights above the stadium's remind me of the … Continue reading Just Another Monday Morning
Celestial sky parts as morning descends upon the bay with the gentlest kiss. Tranquility trickles in the ripples and stuns me to stillness. Just me and the Creator sharing a moment together, the beauty so powerful, perhaps a reminder that I can carry this with, and when the day becomes hectic, I … Continue reading The Rippling Within
