Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Concrete daisies veiled in silhouette,shadows upon the crushed,colorless. Wind-caressednonetheless,the mood of the kinesthetic,interpretless, no witness,for every glanceis upon the sourcehues and scent, the cast-shadow dance,musicless. I fall into a trancewatching all the waysthe whispered stories on the side non-stageare artistically portrayedin the concrete-daisyballet. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I don't usually like to know the scientific facts about the subjects I find and photograph in nature, even basic identification. It spoils the wonder and mystery to me, the thrill of all my imagination hatches, the magic, the mysticism, the fantasy, the tales, the divine creation we think we know all about. These are … Continue reading Fungal Reflection
It makes me sadto have to sleep,to have to leavea favorite sky and realized dreams,to not have more timeto write and read;oh heavy eyes, why do you betray me?
When the voices inside,whether yours or theirs,start to rise up and disguise the lies as truths, look to the skyand see the rayof light shining downon false transparencies refracting all thebeautiful colorsthat make up you. Don't use artificiallooking glasses,for the perpetratorscan too easilyhide behind them,your doppelgänger included. See your reflection insteadin the windows of the soulsof those … Continue reading Always Have Been
Nothing perpendicular nor parallel nor artificial about the clouds, the only construction in how they are always self-shifting, in motion, morphing into pictures and infinite undefined shapes. No straight lines to not cross nor borders boxing in the imagination, already dissected and discarded by the non-hands of mortal science “experts,” the angels that form them, … Continue reading Cloud Sails
I was sitting out on the patio this morning after the rains, writing, or attempting to, taking a typing break, messaging a friend about my struggle to get back into prose writing; I think my DNA has morphed since being rebirthed back into a poet. I was realizing that my own nature photos have come … Continue reading A Hummingbird Visit
You'll find me out backin my private non-gardenhunched over microscopic lifeinspecting myself within it, making the miraculousnessof the minute mundaneeven more magicalwhen I take thelens-trapped specimensback to my labto play with digital, matching what I seein my mind's eyein the world of nature,I present to othersin art form the endlessenchanted wonders. You do you:my life … Continue reading Among the Magic
Determined to counter the moody cloudsothers have been attempting to cast onto me,I choose to seek out the sun, spring-infuse myself,dip my soul into the fresh-blooming green, breathe in the revitalizing April air,let the warming rays seep in through my pores,absorbed more in the whole of the reborn panorama thanfocused on the details imploring to … Continue reading Out of Season
everything passesthe good and the badtime keeps nudgingus forwardwith or withoutwhat we once hadwe can only carryso muchin a heart, in a mindsome things we cling totime tries to help usleave behind sometimes what westrive forsimply cannot bereachedglass dividessound and touchmirrors reflectincongruities for reasons we maynot be privy to for certain peoplemay only bemeant to … Continue reading Everything Passes
nostalgia bittersweetjoy so genuine, effortlessradiating, echoingfrom fading photographs touched, held betweenringless fingers and the fumesof a heart on emptyfrom the momentso distantly removed time does not warpthose precious instancesforever suspendedfeelings will flutter onthousands of centuries bittersweet for the blissis eternally retrievablebut if the present is lessthen the tearsbreach suppressible falling is the gravityof sadness, all … Continue reading Holding Photographs
