Speak to me of oceans deep
of harbors safely keeping me
safe within rocky shores
crashing waves reaching more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of oceans deep

Speak to me of waterfalls high
emptying into pools that sigh
touching swift my plaintive soul
crying out to search and more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of waterfalls high

Speak to me of birthing waters
releasing life on which I falter
a gift her soul touching on mine
my inkwell ready to pen her lines
her life connects to me and so
speak to me of birthing waters

© November 2015
Renee Espriu

Welcome To My World of Strong Women Karlynn Elize Renee

Photo © Misha Cruz AKA Karlynn’s Nana and My Daughter

The rain comes down
amassing large drops
from the leafy trees
branches an umbrella
above me hovering

The rain comes trailing
rivulets against asphalt
like black swirling
satin ribbons rushing
forth in the darkness

The tree frogs sing
their frog song chorus
penetrating the night
slicing through like
hot candle wax flowing

The rain comes still
as the tree frog sings
as we wait for another
generation to arrive
another life in the world

© October 2015
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File

new baby

the future
a time for

the past
the same

the present
a bridge
in between

© September 2015

Renee Espriu


the darkness of the night enfolds you
trying to hide you in its’ shadows
as i see you there within its’ curtain
answering my call to come to me
covering me soft with angel’s wings

the nights wore on and you were there
calling you  in a time of urgency
the night a cover with moonbeam light
revealing the many layers of your love

transcending time’s clockwork hands
now yours’ tenderly holding onto mine
touching my fevered face and brow
distance becoming a grain of sand
the night your warm embrace

© August 2015
Renee Espriu

During the many weeks of being ill and feeling as though I were alone I believed that my mother was there with me. Odd though it may seem death is not really a separation from those we love.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized Time and Distance

sitting here at the computer
heat radiating off my skin
like waves off asphalt street
thinking about my luck

my daughter says it’s
on the upswing…and really
what does that word mean

not a gambler this one
at least not ‘black jack’
or casino ‘slot machines’
have never won anything

i remember hiking years gone
‘tail end charley’ was me
stopping to catch my breath
in the hot afternoon sun

everything around me enchanting
from tiny lizards, chipmunks
to pebbles in a swift stream

bad lungs…i thought…meaning
to catch up but never could
took in the scenery instead
would reach the top eventually

my heart works better now
with new hardware installed
lungs filling with air power-ful

is my luck on the upswing…really
what could it seem to mean
in the scheme of things
i’ve still never won anything

© July 2015
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized


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searching space between children
as they run and play outside
eyes bright, laughter palpable
shorts and tops move with them
small feet seeming not
to touch the ground

memory senses a young girl
brown skinned with dark brown curls
touching her shoulders and face
as play becomes life
in the California sun

if I look close enough
i see her dimly in the space
between the children at play
waving her hand boldly
she beckons to me
to come home once again

© July 2015 Renee Espriu Children Statues Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized

the day moves slowly
thick like humidity of the day
the quiet fairly undoes me
feeling strange in its’ presence
touching my muse lightly
like the faint tinkling
of a tiny bell

barely swelling to loudness
just there at my shoulder
touch, touch, touching me
softly…like a fairy
amused at my being undone

so it goes the day lingers
my muse listens with me
to music from the radio
calmly waiting for me to respond
as the quiet undoes me
creative crescendo gone

© July 2015
Renee Espriu

File Taken From Morgue File & Digitized



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