Pebbles

calibrated gestures
entertaining
thoughts of
me and you in
my heart

like a pebble in
a stream does
it stay forever
wedged between
other pebbles

or does it become
smooth with time
comfortable
but with the
current swift

will it too move
on to take hold
in another place
resplendent
and still loved

© July 2012
Renee Espriu

Past Measure

plaintive musings of
heat radiating
from the rafters
we contemplate
a moment after

but continue on in
search of the
perfect treasure
every one someone’s
past measure

old photographs in
sepia tones
a baby doll of
porcelin, clothes
yellowed and torn

coal shuttle boxes
now retired
carnival glass
pottery dinnerware
long since fired

a day of retreating
back in time
touching other’s
lives simpler then
in lines of rhyme

© July 2012
Renee Espriu

Golden Melodies

arrhythmia seeks too
soothe itself
with lilting
music from
harps’ sweet
song

playing a rhapsody
hidden within
its’ strings
tugging calmly
at love’s
heart belongs

a night-bird sings
like a star
forlorn
 i walk city
streets in
search of home

finding it’s only
a dream
come and gone
golden melodies
pull me safely
within
 their arms

© July 2012
Renee Espriu

Enchanted Child

enchanting image before
our eyes a
girl child pretends
to spy from

behind the pillar as
we watch her
 there she lightly
touches him on
his hair

while she
romps and plays to
catch his smile but
does not know that
all the while he

can not ever play
along the frozen boy
made of stone
lives on

she has captured our
hearts in her
childlike way for
happiness is
her’s today

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

When my daughter and I were in a hospital waiting room some time ago we watched a little girl play hide and seek with a life size statue of a boy and to watch you would think he would, at any time, come to life.

Ruby Tuesday 2

I didn’t take this photo but a great shot by another photographer, whose name is in the left hand corner. This is a Red Breasted Sap Sucker, a bird in Washington State. I have so enjoyed seeing everyone’s pics on the Ruby Tuesday site and so wish I was a gifted photo taker so could show my own but always try to post something that comes from the State I live in to share with everyone.

Quote From Henry David Thoreau

“To affect the quality of the day. That is the highest of the arts.”

                                                 by

                             Henry David Thoreau

Trisha will always pull me in with her wonderful Haikus and paintings. She is a gifted artist and this particular one got my attention as when I was visiting my family in California I was priviliged to be able to enter the world of butterflies in a Butterfly Pavillion. Hope you enjoy this post as much as I did.

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Distant Rumbling

Image by Illustrator John Howe

riding within the ‘so called’
safety of the car
grey clouds hanging in
thick air as though
calling

with the promise of
lightning strikes
sky electric
followed by the distant
rumbling of thunder
clapping

bird song has left the
air currents
relishing the safety of
leafy boughs or
twig filled nests

brings back to my mind
a girl standing in
awe in front of a
living room window
no fear

watching the light show
waiting for the far
away sound of someone
bowling?

could it be the friends of
Rip Van Winkle playing
nine-pins in the
Catskill Mountains…
maybe

her imagination carried
adrift with glory
lightning strikes on
a summer’s afternoon
a childhood story

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

We have been having some odd weather lately as has been most of the entire earth and thunder and lightning storms, some without rain, (prevalent and common where I grew up in California) now here in Washington. While out today the sky was brilliant and I thought of one of my favorite stories “Rip Van Winkle” written by author Washington Irving in 1819. As a child when I looked at the sky lit up by lightning my mind just knew it was the men Rip met in the Catskills playing nine-pins. I never feared but as a child that is so much a part of growing up.

Unaware

the world catapults us forward
whilst all along humanity
becomes cracked, parched
without even the slightest
moisture

but we settle in
unaware

continuing forward waking
sleeping and hidden
beneath customary plaintives
only crying momentarily
beseeching

this is not reality
unaware

of future moments unraveling
tangling our dreamscape
lives within its’ measure
our creation of thus
by our choices

again we settle in
unaware

© July 2012 Renee Espriu