Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Reinvention of the self,a mosaic,from pieces forgedand discovered–some to be polished,painted,others best withthe coatings ofdust and dirt. Have you found yourself? I've been rethinking this concept lately. For me, I have never really been looking for myself but rather my home, that place where I feel completely welcome, where I am already accurately and wholly … Continue reading Clues & Pieces
Pinks, reds, yellows, purples...take me to where the ivory unfurls petals reminiscent of celestial wings,angel-whispers of the purest things, stories of strength derived from faith,and tales of troubles confronted with grace. Bold colors burst forth in the celebration of spring,but I find myself frozen, soul keenly listening to the ladies in white, swaying silently;they draw … Continue reading Ladies in White
I choose to be the light,soak my soul in the sun,until the pilot flame withinignites from blue to golden,and all the colors in memerge into a bright aura;the only thing I neededwas the "l" from your love.
The endless facets that make up the gem of you, I explore leisurely, attracted to each sparkle and groove, each shadow in every nook and cranny— your cranium, your body, the white light of your soul where all the colors combine to illuminate my way home. I touch each part of you, and the heat … Continue reading Endless Facets
the joining of soulstwo auras combining lightgenesis of love
My place, still trying to find…The theme seems to beon repeatin my poems and prayers,on repeateven after all of these years.How can a soul feelso gypsy-like?Am Ijust too connectedto some othersource of life,to an invisible umbilicalchord still tied,too aware that none of thisis being done right,the meaning and purposeof this hourglass-time?Am I to be searching,actively … Continue reading If I Expose My Soul
Ocean, timeless. All stages and walks of life equally embraced, welcoming the soul to seek and find... No two secrets alike, but the sea harbors so many similar dreams, secret pleas whispered, its waves filled with such murmurs... Some search for shells, some for treasures, some look for those bottles with rolled up letter-answers, some … Continue reading Ocean Timeless
In the silence, blooms slowly awaken from deep sleep, each petal fading in to life, colored gradually by individual rays of soft, natural light. I wait in line. The peace already activating me inside, a hymnal hum with lost lyrics returning to mind. Here comes my light... I am ready. Old me, goodbye. Evolution of … Continue reading Silent Awakening
The thing about hope-feathers and wishies is that they depend on the breeze for launching. On this still day, sorrow wants to hang so heavily, but perhaps instead, I'll lend a soft breath just to keep these someday dreams from dying completely. All words and images on this site ©LauraDenise
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say, and that light framing the shadows fills me with hope, but it's the golden emerging, its illumination reflected from the gates of heaven, that hushes my soul. The silver, it seems, dries my tears, and the golden produces them, for one eases my fears, … Continue reading Light in the Clouds
