Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Take my hand, love,and never let golike you took my heartand then my soul. Hands claspedin an infinity knot,ringed fingers wovenbut chained not,for never freerhave we ever soaredthan with each otherand each day more.This love is light.This love lifts.This love is life.This love, a gift. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Give me cloudy days!Fill the skieswith grandiose displays,billows of magnificence,those ever-shifting shapes! No sunrise will I misswhen those clouds get their first kissand set off on their journeyblushing with pink bliss. Let the clouds continue to bloomwhen the skies default to blue;all day long, let them comeand show off what they can do. I'll still … Continue reading Give Me Cloudy Days
For the ones with obstructed views of hope... ❤️
This Halloween Night sky stuns me in my tracks. Green irises fall under the enchantment. Blue moon, full, Luna leads me into loss of time; I succumb to the spell of the nocturnal clouds silently sailing by.
Golden transformationthose past painswith limited perspectivesseem to undergowhen God and time mix in blessings and distance.No phoenix transformation needed;from the fires before ashes,I retrieve the experiencesand in lieu of scar-brandsmanipulate the molten looking-glassand use the heat to my advantage,blowing a kiss of forgivenessto all of my previous misfortunes,all the ways things did not turn outthe … Continue reading Golden Frames
Pre-dawn calls,beckons me to comeoutdoors to witnessthe ceremony of Sunin its ritualistic return,for each genesis of day,I insist in being presentfor the glorious display;birdsong liftsas a gift, and Iturn skywardsmy soul-window eyes,and inside me,all falls stillas the silhouette-on-pastel cloudsdrift and swirl,and Time itselfforgets to propelthe earthin those momentsso angelically tranquil. https://videopress.com/v/QnApiufP?preloadContent=metadata
I don't need youto lift meto see my futureholds all of my wishes;I already know,for you are nowin it. Words and image ©LauraDenise
An open window and wings are not enough to reach your dreams; there must be the just-right breeze. It comes from within and ruffles self-belief. You will know when it is time to leave it all behind; it is only a matter of mind. A soul is predisposed to flight. It is never that a … Continue reading Just-Right Breeze
The only gold I need is the sunset that envelops my dreams and restores my inner peace, however briefly, and makes me so easily believe, under the spell of such celestial beauty, that peace can even be, among us all, as brothers and sisters, achieved. The only gold I need is the sunset that returns … Continue reading Only Gold
Let me be. I need no treatment for this obsession, my sky fascination, constant, non-stop mesmerization. Let me keep my celestial connection. Let me keep spinning in my colorful imagination the endless possibilities of everything beyond this. Let me keep my dreams sprinkled with romance. Let me continue up there upon the clouds to dance... … Continue reading Let Me Be
