As I Await

Black morning, coffee
with Stevia and Cream,
only laptop light as I await
Dawn’s sweet window greeting.

Unrushed so briefly,
though second hand, I hear,
muses in pajamas,
whispered verses
in my ear,

pup still lazy,
still and quiet on the street,
ah…the first bird call
to rise the songs
from sleep.

Lack of photos
free from buried memories
from which to see
the poems,

I feel a bit lost
but also even closer
to home.

I run my fingers
across your cheeks
in this four-by-six,

and from my heart,
pure from the source,
blow across distance,
this kiss.

Uneditingly Brave

What if
we didn’t edit
but left
the way
in which
we were blessed
with it,
the highlights
disputably the
highs in light,
the shadows
lovingly interweaved,
the bridges
sometimes camouflaged
or only revealed
to the one
meant to
what if the walk
is intentionally
with boardwalks
to deter us
from fully
the depths of
the offerings,
the possibilities
of meeting
the ones we are meant to
and the ones by chance,
and what if those
are unfathomably unravelable
in free will, fate, and

Enchanted Omen (With Audio)

White dress, like wings flaring,
from white-horse chimerical maiden,
bareback galloping full speed
through the whispering enchanted,

dismounting at the omen,
studying, tracing, its curves,
ancient language mutterings
irrelevant if heard.

Soft white grows
in its illumination,
iris mutation.

Remounted and commanded
in mellifluous tongue,
white stallion and maiden 
swiftly make their way on.

When the coast is clear, 
I approach the live web,
and to my surprise,
the language, I suddenly

Poem, image, and recitation ©LauraDenise