Sown at the seams with wildflowers: A collection of poems

By Laura Roberts

This book offers to hold your hand when the world goes dark. It speaks from the silence, of a way back home to the luminescent light of the soul.

Containing promises she felt from heaven, and transcribed from the stars. Words gathered by moonlight, and whispered on to the page. This is a book for anybody who wishes to be touched by the power of prayer, the grace of forgiveness and the insurmountable joy of falling, deeply, wildly, in love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Jun 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781649696809

Laura Roberts

Laura Roberts can leg-press an average-sized sumo wrestler, has nearly been drowned off the coast of Hawaii, and tells lies for a living. She is the founding editor of Black Heart Magazine, the San Diego Chapter Leader for the Nonfiction Authors Association, and publishes whatever strikes her fancy at Buttontapper Press. She currently lives in an Apocalypse-proof bunker in sunny SoCal with her artist husband and their literary kitties, and can be found on Twitter @originaloflaura. Blurring the lines between fact and fiction, Laura has penned the alphabetical travel guides Montreal from A to Z and San Diego from A to Z, offbeat writing guides A Cheater’s Guide to NaNoWriMo and Confessions of a 3-Day Novelist, and the satirical adventure tale, Ninjas of the 512. She is also the editor of the collection Haiku for Lovers, and the forthcoming anthology Everything I Need to Know About Love I Learned from Pop Songs (February 2016).

Book preview

Sown at the seams with wildflowers

Stirring mushroom tea with a paintbrush in one hand, pen in the other. She utters no apology. Delving deep into the blue waters of her pure truth, she bathes, swims, drowns at times. But she can’t be lost, only ever found. Discovering her very own magic, learning to wield the weapon of her choice. 

There need be no witness to her coming home. The sacred lands of her body belong to her alone. She falls in love with colour and contour, swallows her words to savour the power of them.

Concentrated, her will is fire. 

She has become the love she needs, relinquishing all expectation of the other. Relationship is born from sacred solitude. 

She claims s p a c i o u s n e s s as her own, suspended in the strangeness of surrender and devotion to the unseen.

I am never alone where the land meets the sea

Where I meet she

The creator

Weaver 

Of my innermost longings

I sing songs of gladness

Over the space between us 

Knowing what awaits is something

Worth taking the time to grow strong enough to hold.

How can I fear the darkness

When that is