After-Storm

Unedited after-storm sky,
heavens open up
as if to apologize 
for the tribulation
necessarily survived,
though still withheld 
must be the why.

Instilled with a knowing
a higher power so loving
is in control when I spin
in my free will off trajectory, 

I simply pause all the swirling
emotional turbulence within 
and feel the wind,
the exhale of the one above,
mighty breath on my skin;

my hair and soul lift up,
and I wish my feet would. 
Grounded on this earth for now;
let me master all the lessons.

There is nothing but comfort
in the after-storm sky,
a sojourn wrapped in serenity,
a glimpse of afterlife. 

May I?

May I never lose my way
to getting lost,
may I never resist the urge
to leave it all, 
may I never shelter my face
from the storm, 
may I never let my arms fall
in the downpour,
may I never fully wash off
the grit of the sand, 
and may I never be restrained 
by clock or human hand.

May I never negotiate with my soul: 
may I never let anyone close the window. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Heart-Skips in the Storm

Holding on
through the storms
has never been good
analogy for me;
for nothing like a storm 
gives way to the power
dormant previously,

asleep, forgetful
of my potential;
when the storm arrives,
it excitedly arises
from my inner-deep.

The let-down
is when it
recedes,
but it leaves
its rumbles
astir in me
and wakes
the memories
of past-life dreams… 

The last
of the thunder
echoes in the distance
as the first notes
of the first birdsong
overlap in the natural
chorus;

powerful in itself
is that herald call,
the first to surface
in the after
of the storm.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Storm Front

Storm Front

approaching,

encroaching,

unwelcome

to most,

 

I fear you not,

my powerful friend:

come to me,

your favorite hostess.

 

You arrive unexpectedly,

boldly,

your magnificence

impossible to miss.

 

I have no desire

to tame you,

your emotions no need

to suppress,

 

release your frustration

flash flood your tears

down upon us.

 

I welcome you

with open arms,

your mightiness

in the embrace

partially transfers

 

and recharges

my own

powerfulness.

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise