Tag: Sunset

The Gardening

I saw a miracle,
or how a miracle
would be explained
by scientists
ignorantly:

I saw a wish
become a dream,
then belief
birth it into
reality,

deep feelings
igniting all synapses 
in a total firing, 
a supernova
of the heart,
a soular sunburst
with only doubt
dying,

for when the purest
of whispers
get heard by 
benevolent Night,
legend has it
the stardust falls
to earth as seeds
from the sky,

and in the last
of the day’s rays,
Sun conspires
to highlight
the wishie
sent individually
to each to inspire

the closed eyes
and active breath
to start the 
miracle process,
as the angels
all about us

continue the collection
and sprinkling,
their glowing silhouettes
sometimes detected
in that golden hour
of gardening. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Give Me Cloudy Days

Give me cloudy days!
Fill the skies
with grandiose displays,
billows of magnificence,
those ever-shifting shapes!

No sunrise will I miss
when those clouds get their first kiss
and set off on their journey
blushing with pink bliss.

Let the clouds continue to bloom
when the skies default to blue;
all day long, let them come
and show off what they can do.

I’ll still be looking up
when the sun begins to drop
and kisses again the clouds goodnight
as night begins its watch.

In front of moon, the clouds pass
in my favorite nocturnal dance
in lines floating by
that captivate and hold me entranced.

Thank you, Creator, for garnishing with clouds;
how boring the view would be without!
Thank you for the constant reminder
that You are still undoubtedly around.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Golden Frames

Golden transformation
those past pains
with limited perspectives
seem to undergo
when God and time
mix in blessings and distance.

No phoenix transformation needed;
from the fires before ashes,
I retrieve the experiences
and in lieu of scar-brands

manipulate the molten looking-glass
and use the heat to my advantage,
blowing a kiss of forgiveness
to all of my previous misfortunes,

all the ways things did not turn out
the way I hoped they would,
for in the end, it seems that all
will be perfectly understood.

So in the setting sun of yesterdays,
I withhold the potential for rain
and weld the cloud shapes
into precious golden frames…

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Evening Petals

As the sun sets,
and sangria
kisses my lips,
I twirl
white petals
in my fingertips,

manipulating them
into the frame,
and with my dreams,
I do the same,

as if the halo
of the golden light
will bring my
heart’s desires
to life,

and for added measure,
or  perhaps because I
can’t help but linger,
I add a little bit of
mystic moonlight
as if the glow
from both
will last
until

he arrives.

Fire in Our Hearts

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Fire in the sky

millions of miles away;

we safely observe

the colorful,

light-scattering

display each day,

gathering in peace-

ful assembly,

all reveling in the

undeniable greatness

of the planet

we are sharing,

if but only temporarily

before we snap back

to the unnatural reality,

manmade distorted discordance

fueled among

a clashing society.

If only the sunset

projected by distant star

could hold us together,

keep us longer

in this blissful moment,

frame us this way,

be able to kindle

in our hearts

love-sparks.

 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Present Turning

footprints in the sand

headed to the sunset,

the present turning

to memories

with each leisurely step

time stands still

yet it doesn’t,

simultaneously

moving

while holding forever

the moment

 

no turning back

as history proceeds,

no undoing

impressions

once the pressure

is released

 

and the shape

is ingrained

indelibly

 

though the tide

may wipe

the slate clean

 

and the imprint

may no longer

be seen

 

only time

may be able to change

the feelings

 

what kind

of trail

are you leaving?

 

footprints in the sand

headed to the sunset,

the present turning

to memories

with each step