Dissolving Stitches

We all have shadows,
how easily, daily,
we forget,
ego mostly to protect
increasing the brightness,
blinding with discordance
who you are and who I am,
sharing the same thread.

The dark is not blocked light,
shadows are not turned-backs,
but the yin and yang of life
natural inside, what we all have.

Let us all embrace
the shades,
open ourselves
to being stitched
into the quilt
of human race,

each of our picture shapes
turning to color
and telling our stories
so we may wrap ourselves
in a shared comfort.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Concrete Daisies

Concrete daisies
veiled in silhouette,
shadows upon the crushed,
colorless.

Wind-caressed
nonetheless,
the mood of the kinesthetic,
interpretless,

no witness,
for every glance
is upon the source
hues and scent,

the cast-shadow dance,
musicless.

I fall into a trance
watching all the ways
the whispered stories
on the side non-stage
are artistically portrayed
in the concrete-daisy
ballet.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Seashell Ifs

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 adventurous sea stories of all that you’ve seen?

If I wanted to have a word with Triton, King of the Sea,
would you be able to send for the mermaids to transport me?

If I put you in my pocket to add to my collection,
would you lose your magic so far inland?

Most of all, I was wondering this…
Do forgive me if it is simply too presumptuous…

If I sent a message to him in a bottle, but the winds interfered,
would you find him for me and whisper this into his ear…?

Away from Moon

Unintentionally slipping

away from Moon

as my dreams

the stars granted

start to come true,

like so many

slip away

from God

after their pleas are spilled

and tears dry up.

But I

am even closer to Him

after the showers of blessings,

with humble gratitude

and daily thanksgiving.

So I apologize to Luna,

my oldest comrade,

who so faithfully

listened so long

when I was so weighted

with all that was in

my head.

I never spoke

to the stars;

it was always Moon

I trusted most

when unloading

my heart.

“Moon, I do

promise

to stay connected.

Let’s meet here again

tomorrow

and catch up,

dear friend.”