Morning Kiss

The sea oats
have grown tall;
I let them
skim my palm, 

feel the tickles
gifted from heaven
as the sea’s soul 
is orchestra lifted 

above the tides
of this earth
to scoop me up
with open arms
into the surf.

I offer all I’ve brought
to sacrifice to God,

releasing the heavy,
releasing the pain, 
hoping the ghosts 
will choose escape

as I make it more
uncomfortable 
to haunt these
inner spaces

tarnished, turning gold
from the light
of love
joining the soul’s. 

My feet sink
in the warm silk
as my heart, 
with you inside,
even more 
fills. 

Buoyant become
the weights
as the shackles and chains
give way
to become part
of the dark, watery
grave.

Today, I take
back my life.
Today the curse,
I unwind.

Wet feet,
sand clinging,
I walk back
and through my fingers,

the sea oats feel
the difference

as the sun 
awakens,
rises to kiss
me so gently 
once

again…. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Re-Lighting

Rough week. Double red flags waving. The bay wilder than the ocean. It called me home. Here’s to the ones in the throes of it. Let’s relight ourselves. Again.

I give my light freely,
but sometimes it is taken,
emotional perpetrators
breaching my innermost spaces.

They underestimated 
my strength
and did again
today,

for as long as there
is the sea and my God,
I will raise my arms
in faith;
you will never 
keep me down
as long as there 
are waves and rays. 

I will wash 
what you left
away. 

You underestimated 
our strength. 

Brook and Ocean

I am a mix of classic, 
old soul, timeless, 
monochromatic, 
black-and-white
nostalgic, 
dreams suspended, 
cared for, frozen
in time
to thaw, 
hopeless romantic,
most faithful 
disciple 
of hope
and love, 

but also from my core
seeps light and color,
the desire to bleed out
the excess,
emptying, 
unable to harbor;
outwardly, it overflows
a constant flood of emotion. 
Few are able to sustain
that much ebbless influx
from a misplaced
ocean. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Breakers

I am here. 
I am being me. 
Helpless it seems, 
but you say
it is everything. 

I hope so. 
Since the beginning, 
trusting you 
has been so easy. 

These words, simple. 
This love, profound. 
Love will win.
You will never drown. 

Hand in hand, 
together, 
we will ride
this wave
out. 

And when the surf
comes for me, 
I’ll hold on to you
until the sirens
leave. 

Through the cycles
they have cursed us with, 
we will persevere,
for lovers can be
a force to be reckoned with;
there will come the day
when they tire
or we
outwit… 

I can sense through you
this next approaching
phantom breaker.

Give me a kiss, 
my love,  
and let’s brace, 
holding each other. 

Cover your ears
and keep your eyes
fixed on my irises 
reflecting truths. 

With the strength
you gave me,
I won’t let them
take you. 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Undam Me

It is the red-flagged waves, 
the storm sirens, 
that wake who I’ve been
for centuries dormant; 
arms by themselves stretch, 
welcome, open, 
remembering the calling,
my true name on the cusp
of being unspoken,
on the cusp of the crescent, 
my dreams dangled,
the cusp of my heart 
releasing the rush withheld, 
on the cusp of my emergence
from the cocoon that protects
the self. I am not afraid!
May these waves finally break
this manmade dam
and reveal once and for all
who I am! 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

My Buoyancy

When a million mixed feelings rise up in me
despite the dam I’ve so meticulously built,
and the tears threaten to overtake, 
in the emotional disturbance, overspill,

and I get so frustrated
for not being able to keep it down,
and I get exhausted from 
the not understanding
of these things too buried within myself, 

and upon my pillow, I offer up the prayer
for God to calm the waters for good, 
and right on cue, I hear the notification
that you have both heard, 

and through the start of the tears
that may have come down for days, 
my smile, just like that, returns
from your excited, happy emoji face, 

and upon my cheeks,
the sunless warmth is felt, 
and the flood recedes 
before fully rising out, 

and just like that, 
I feel the peace
like a rainbow promising
that both of your love
for me,
now two doubled-up,
will always be
my buoyancy 

in every real and unrealistic threat
of drowning. 

Poem and images ©Laura Denise

Aquaportal

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Emerald, snow-crested

aquamountains

rise up with power,

 

teasing with fleeting chances

to become safely devoured.

 

Swallow me up

and take me

to that magical realm

 

through the hollow

to the sea secrets

beyond the known;

 

you can trust me

to never reveal

what I see

 

in that unwitnessed

wonder of the world

beneath.

 

I think I am the One,

in fact, you seek:

the keeper of

the lost, ancient key…

 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise