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***THE RAPSCALLION***

He once had the stealth of youth
hiding in all manner of places
walking down a dark hall
might leave a trace swipe of claw

We had a difference of opinion
I felt it was my own domain
it was I who owned the turf
he glared at me with disdain

His yellow eyes and red brick nose
his white socked feet dancing
he drank with his paws
reclined royalty struck a pose

We did not ever become close
until he became frail and thin
I became his only caretaker
the rapscallion and I friends

© August 2016 Renee Espriu
I didn’t think I would miss him but I do.

Image My Own Photo of Kipling aka Kippy © Renee Espriu

Resized Kippy

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
free will a gift?
to what cost

the expense of war
the ravages of war
death for following
death for an ideal

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
free will a gift?
to what cost

the rape of women
the death of girls
not a choice
not part of freedom

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
free will a gift?
to what cost

children starving
disease going unchecked
trapped in poverty
knowledge for the few

The powers that be say some
something more than say others
watching with hope
to what cost

© August 2016 Renee Espriu

This is for Wednesday’s Prompt from Jamie Dedes at https://musingbymoonlight.com
Who really is to blame for all the ills of the world…or is it really something more.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Hope More Than

 

***JEST OF HUMOR***

The wind is whipping up
setting my hair in motion
my terrier’s ears blowing

murmuring in rumor fashion
auguring a premature fall
amazed it has such gall

as days are still in summer
the land parched and dry
this jest of humor ’tis wry

© August 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Wind Blowing

Always scorching heat in So Cal
enfolding me a sticky sweet embrace
thirsting for the cool of water
to lap at the brown skin of my face

Hopeful an outing in anticipation
to a place of sand and salt blowing
Colorado Lagoon a sleepy fresh water
would quench in a pinch for swimming

Tantamount to an ocean beach shore
concession stands to take your coins
even as a quarter sparkled at my feet
ephemeral as a cool wind purloined

© August 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Lagoon

More than an opium free fall
for people’s addictive nature
a catalyst for coping
with extremes in society

The poppy a charismatic flower
brilliant orange petals
holding a chrysalis of seeds
a glowing testament of nature

© August 2016 Renee Espriu

My first attempt at doing the medium of acrylics. I have done just about everything but these and find they are easier to work with than I at first had thought. There is also some colored pencil added.

Poppies

I was thinking of another time some years ago when I lived in Daly City just outside of San Francisco and drove to work in part on the coast highway. I worked in San Francisco a brief time but have some good memories.

The morning bereft of color
mist defying gravity
horizon an eerie miasma
begins slowly lifting
blue sky curtain unfurling

as I traverse down Highway 1
past multi colored stuccoes
towering green pines reveling
shot through with slivers
of brilliant sun rays yellow

dancing on a topaz colored hood
as I leisurely drive to work
in my four door sedan ride
past shell littered beaches
covered with gulls grey white

the waves of the seething ocean
craftily sewn seamlessly
midnight blues and pthalo green
topped with foamy white brew
a quilted blanket for the sea

© July 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Sun Yellow

***MY MISTRESS***

On the mountains of Washington
fields of wildflowers
cut a swath through my memory
as do the sandy beaches
my native California bearing

Inspiration comes in slices
not always the juiciest fruit
my muse won’t be blighted
by the guise of petulant youth

I sought solace in all beauty
the thundering of a waterfall
the perpetual volley of waves
speechless innuendoes calling
only a tumultuous roar

Nature has become my mistress
breathing soothing sultry calm
capturing a dissident muse
held within her arms

© July 2016
Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Ocean

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