Poet. Writer. Photographer.
It's sooooooo dismal out there! People's weather. The holidays are always toughest for me. I hit my latest low the minute they "ended," when I let it all out. Just too many inner truths surface and get ripped open that I like to keep neatly wrapped the rest of the year and stashed away in … Continue reading Sunny Blooms
Dense fog advisory. Dark, early Saturday morning. Mild temperatures. A perfect time to... head to the beach! I make my coffee to go. I love fog and mist, as I do rain and thunderstorms...something about the mood of this kind of weather invigorates my soul. It is another clue in the discovery of my own … Continue reading Inside Clouds
I used to write love poems,not that long ago;the first were to the starsto birthe my heart's hope. I used to write love poemsto passionately release feelings,but they were stamped "return to sender"with the sweet salt of unrequited's sting. I used to write love poemsto no one specifically,just to let Eros seeI was beginning againto … Continue reading Verses of Us (With Audio)
Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday
I am a champion of dandelions, so when I spotted the first one unseasonably early this year in January, it was meaningful to me. This "winter" along the Gulf Coast has been a wonderland for me despite the absence of snow. Summer flowers refused to fold, autumn arrived in December and passed yet lingers, some … Continue reading First Dandelion
Winter in the South means a mix of seasons but the absence of snow. My soul needs the snow though. Still, I find much beauty in the messages and stories that appear in my lens. There is always a story in my lens. I have been admiring the stubbornness of Autumn. Colors still ablaze that … Continue reading January Fire
I have mixed feelings about privacy fences. On one hand, they are divine to me because I am a private person. I used to think I was an extrovert; I would tell you that I was the life of any party. And in a way, that was and is still true. Because publicly, I am … Continue reading Fences
If I had but one blank page to fill,what would my message be? What dance would my fingers performacross the finite-lettered keys? How could I paint in black-fonta picture of beauty and hope that would reach and pierce with lightthe souls who need it most? If I were confined to the cage of a page,how … Continue reading One Blank Page
So many keys you possess,having collected them along the way,sand-fossils upon lonely shores,earth-buried near silent graves,all shapes and sizes,from all times and places,dating back centuries,no ties to faces.From a misty meadow,skin-kissed with dew,I emerge and wordlessly standbefore you.I have waitedall these lifetimesfor my key-holderto unlock me to findmy deeper, my deepest,potential beauty.You raise your worn … Continue reading Meadow Myth
We have the moon, love;it brings you here.Gravity drawsyour spirit nearerlike the tides rise,but we will never fall–except in loveagain and again, each lifetime,a renaissance. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
