Soaring Petals

I’ve always had wings
but longed for roots,
to feel snugly attached
in between passionate pursuits

of wild dreams
ablaze in color,
to pass through rainbows
while feeling home-tethered,

exposing the golden center
of a soul winged
but also resting
in love’s nest,
sweet tender cradling.

Some and Me

Some were built for height,
some false with imitation bark,
some ill-fated by others’ fires,
some have witnessed the sparks.

The dark, the light,
rotates and falls
upon each equally.
Some were meant to
sky-reach.
Some use the sun’s love
to bloom in delicate
and fleeting beauty.

At the feet of giant trees,
with whom I have always
felt most rooted,
in white lace and ray’s kiss
still fresh on my crown,
I have never been so at peace
with who I’ve found
I’ve always been.

Wherever I go now,
it is me who I am.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Alive

My roots, my veins,

my soular capillaries,

every inner

and immeasurable

part of my being

craves, thirsts, seeks

the quenching

that only feelings bring,

for to feel

is life

as well as the meaning.

I choose to only feed

from now on

on the good and happy things,

so move me,

sky, flowers, trees,

friend, lover, hobbies;

let me drink in

that life

that fills me beyond

capacity,

keep my feelers tingling,

my colors bleeding,

never let me be defeated

by a drought

of feeling

alive.