Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I wish
in my towering height,
bloom stretched
to the beautiful sky,
only to
bear seeds,
to take hold
inside of you
on this breath
of love’s breeze.
Among your shadows,
I yearn
to sprout
to devour
all choking
self-doubts
and leave
your soul
to bleed
only in white.
I wish to feed you
my excess
light.
Frosted silver-blue in spring
ushers in eucalyptus dreams.
I inhale the heavenly possibilities
wafted through my senses
and altering my inner being,
frosting me with the sweet
scents of what can be
and what can never be lost,
centuries of hope long ago
and perpetually seeded
that spring up each annual season
despite the body’s expiration
sacrificed for the birthing
of eternal angel wings.
Every heart’s whisper,
every tear that ever watered,
becomes a part of me,
as I am a part of each,
all of us connected,
evidenced in these
ambrosial eucalyptus
leaves.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Deep in the thicket,
the beacon seeks and finds,
no seed nor bud
neglected nor lost;
keep faith in the Light.
Deep in the thicket,
when the first ray shines,
no beauty can parallel
the humility and grace,
that relieved reach
for renewed life.
You will be found,
for you were never lost.
God has always been there
tenderly removing thorns
and lovingly healing the loss.
When that darkness
gets illuminated,
you will see
all the others who
were in the thicket too
who are like you,
and me…
Sometimes we must
wait patiently for the beam,
but we are never alone,
no matter how it seems,
and that wait, I truly believe,
is necessary to fully bloom
among the weeds.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Sporadic white-dandelions,
pieces of me,
that landed everywhere
scattered,
like me…
escaping,
flying free,
fleeing the gardener,
befriending the breeze
to re-seed elsewhere,
anywhere
but here,
leap-frogging
by sprouting
up the hill…
I follow you,
and together
we enjoy the new
view.
Laura Denise 