Month: April 2011

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Behold Time


Measured in moments, seconds,
minutes,hours,days,months,years,
held in the palm of a hand
worn on a wrist, seen on
walls in offices, homes
trusting it will continue
but what is there
without it…

Eternity

© April 2011 Renee Espriu

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Spring Fishing

Blue bird busily searching the freshly
overturned earth cocking his head
close to the ground listening
intent on the harvest,
relishing the conquest
immobile

Worm beneath the soft, dark, earth
hears the tiny footsteps above him,
tiny breaths in and out listening
waiting for the moment he
begins to slide, wriggle
hesitation

Blue bird has patience to listen, wait
while the worm cannot bear it
begins moving ever slowly
Blue bird makes his move a
perfect Spring day for
fishing!

© April 2011 Renee Espriu

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Books Aged by Time


Books bound by leather tooled, marked, aged by
someone’s hands, many hands holding each
one with care, admiration, passion for
words written within each volume telling
stories, bringing to life other lives of
other people, other times

Pages edged with yellow, brittle with time, heat a
winter’s day indoors warmed by a fire a
summer’s day outdoors laying on a blanket
always stretching but never leaving the words
that beckon, calling, teasing you into one
more sentence to embrace you

Books bound by leather tooled, marked, aged the
pages edged with yellow, brittle with time like
an old friend doling out love in descriptive
words, images brilliant to behold, tantalizing
fiction, mysteries to unfold, history in epic
proportions more than a home

© April 2011 Renee Espriu

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Betwixt and Between

Running between rain drops looking
for the dry spot
Looking between rain clouds seeking
the sunshine
Jumping along hot asphalt streets a
shady spot cooling
Listening outside musical notes to
hear conversation
Looking beyond youth and dreaming
seeing life accomplished
Running between rain drops reveling a
clandestine moment

© April 2011 Renee Espriu

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Interaction

Rain eclipsing moods somber hesitating
briefly to allow filtered sun to
touch window panes, rooftops
steaming as though hiding a
cooked meal desired until the
smell of baked asphalt drifts by
before the rain drops begin
again lightly, then teeming
unceasing…then as quickly
ceases, the sun allowing a
flower to bloom   

© April 2011 Renee Espriu