Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Palms sway, stealing fame from the sunset itself; tropical leaves lead the way to the surf and the shells. The signature landmarks naturally announce "welcome to your getaway," beckoning you to forever stay, where romance whispers and dreams play. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
The water remembers. That is a characteristic of one of the 5 elements of nature in the movie Frozen 2, which I recently watched with my daughter. I have to admit, Elsa is right up there with Wonder Woman for me in regards to empowering me, getting me pumped with my strength potential, with inner … Continue reading The Water Remembers
Diversity seems to seamlessly exist in harmony in nature especially along the Shore of Bliss, birds of different feathers, no two shells the same, we the only judges of beauty, assigning value and names. All words and images ©LauraDenise
Somewhere over the rainbow, beyond the shore, beyond the bay, someone is daydreaming of getting away to the paradise I get to live in every day, yet here I am already there, upon the same rainbow daydreaming of following the arc to the paradise of your arms if but only for one evening... … Continue reading Same Rainbow
Yellows and pinks seem to bring bright, happy things to mind: smiley faces, bright sunny days, carefree moments in the absence of time, kisses on the cheek, silliness unleashed, giggles reminiscent of youth, butterflies dancing, candy shop treats, floating on inflatables toward dreams in pools. Take me to … Continue reading Yellows and Pinks
Audio (Click here.) My head is bowed, my concentration in and out of intenseness on this leisure seashell hunt, looking along the shore for treasures no longer sunk. Nothing occupies my mind, for once, except for the task at hand, approaching each disruption to the smoothness of the tide-wiped sand, natural remnants scattered seemingly … Continue reading Signs in the Shells
Waves of yesterdays evidenced in footprints not yet erased lose their shadows in the gradual light of another day, and I add to them on my way to where the sand shows no trace of existence. I am one of the few witnesses. I patiently wait and wait for sun to make his … Continue reading Witness
Audio (Click here.) Oh, Great Coral Conch Shell by the seashore, if I whisper you my secrets, will you share with me yours? If I tell you what I think about these mysteries to be true, will you reveal nuances subtly as clues? If I sat here still and listened attentively, would you tell me … Continue reading Seashell Ifs
A deeper connection lingers, clings to the last drop of hope, frozen in time to allow us one last opportunity to catch its saving, quenching sustenance to coat that ache, that thirst, that rawness for what our souls were created to desire. I reach for you in a moment of vulnerability, in a moment in … Continue reading Last Drop
white gull camouflaged against the white sugar sand sparkling on white shell in magical fashion white-crested waves crashing gracefully onto shore passing through me with the salty cure muted subtle hues calm my mind and spirit my arms i raise no wings to lift away with i fall into the surf and when all … Continue reading Emergence
