Tag: #time

Previous Chapters

I could tell you my story.

Especially since
I am now able to look back.
But I’m selfishly enjoying too much
this present.

And I’ve already devoted
so much of my life
trapped in the chapters
riddled with sadness and strife;

the stale stench still makes me
choke,
the dust better left
at rest, that half-book closed.

I feel a bit guilty though.

If I let you read it,
if I let the light of day
shed gold on the yellow,
perhaps it may
help you find the way
to the upcoming blank pages
in which I freshly ink,
like you will too,
upon the pure-white slate
the realities of the dreams
I almost buried, gave away.

Perhaps I will indeed share my story,
verse by verse as poetic allegory,
and you may see what you wish,
and I can remain comfortably hidden

behind the metaphors,
between the lines,
but always reflecting back
for you
beams of light…

For A While

Times are changing,
the earth keeps rotating,
seasons arrive and depart…
Change is always hard on my heart.

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No shadow now joined to my hip.
Gradual independence.
Children grow up and detach.
How can we know which kiss may be the last?

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Years unravelled from finite twine; 
at the end, the kites will fly.
If Father Time were to grant my wish,
which moments would I revisit?

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The sands keep slipping;
no way to flip it.
How should I spend this day?
What memories can I make
to leave my family as legacy
to have, to hold, to keep
as the distance continues to grow
and life leads us down different roads?

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Tomorrow is never promised,
another sunset never guaranteed.
Priorities must be organized
so nothing overshadows the people.

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This moment may be all we have,
so when I reach for your hand,
let me draw you nearer.
Come sit for a while and talk with me, dear. 

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

Ravaged Nest

mourning dove
the morning after
I will shed the tears
for you, dear lady

I will grieve

but we most both look
to the sun
it rises again
and our lives go on

even without
the physical presence
sometimes of lost ones
we love

the circle of life
contains the dark
and the light

the ultimate joys
the seemingly unrecoverable
losses

no deity induced
things just happen

I believe
He is wrapped
around us
grieving too

but reassuring
He will take them
to a place even more
beautiful

and hold them close
as we, too, will
always do

the sun rises
against mourning dove’s
rooftop silhouette

a reminder
a symbol
that represents

loss and love
will always be
the polar peaks
of life

so closely
intertwined

and whether we
are ready or not,
the sun again
will rise

continuing the
advancement of time

seemingly so long
before we can reunite

but this life
is but a blink
of an eye

and in that downward
motion of that lid
we still have much
love
we can give

to love
is the only way
to truly
live

Drops of Time

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Sometimes you need
to let go
of both the past and present
to make room for
your future

waiting so patiently
to embrace you
if your heart
and arms
were not so
full

of nonliving yesterdays
and unfulfilling todays;
though they may haunt
and though they may sustain,

it is only your future
that can bring
what you can’t help but
need

and deserve.
Eventually,

the future, too,
moves on.
And before you know it,
you’ve achieved

survival
until you’re

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e
.

Let your future
bring you

love…

❤

 

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

Alongside Me So Faithfully

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Paths cross.

Some, like I,

believe for reasons.

I get disheartened when

the trail diverges

and someone again

leaves me,

 

but even in that,

as I take more steps

into the great unknown,

I know

so many

are not supposed

to walk with us

all the way

home.

 

You came along

and were soon nested

in my mind and heart;

your patience,

your shoulder,

your understanding,

you offered so selflessly

from the very start.

 

My laugh

you seemed to arrive with,

the greatest gift

I continuously unwrap.

So many fears

you convince me

to relinquish,

that together we

can combat,

 

my biggest being

the path diverging

up ahead

again,

 

but you assure me

you’ll keep walking

the way I go,

like our path together

has no end…

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Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Rotations

Busyness buzzes about,

time whizzes by,

but only on

the outside,

 

for in me,

a peace counters,

hushing the frenzy,

now that my mind

is sounder.

 

The slow counter rotation

pushes back against the

second hands of time,

and I hover

above the current,

free from the waves

knocking me over.

 

I am not weightless.

My mind is full

but not of worries;

the colors of dreams

pour out about me,

 

and I surf on them

into the fluid horizon,

as Earth patiently waits

for me to return,

so it can continue

its rotation,

imperceptibe

in the daily commotion.