Month: August 2012

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Time’s Door

Photo by Edward Weston 1939

 

the coastal terrain whizzes
by in my effort to catch up
to claim time as my ally

drift wood laden shores
with rocky strewn beaches
such alien distant creatures

my car picks up speed on
straightaways, slowing down
on curves the car sways

when will i reach destination
unknown a room with a key
time once again has flown

walking on the sandy beach
salt spray, shells and stone
i no longer feel alone

my thoughts weave about the
elusive tide of time’s door
plying soul and spirit’s core

reaching inside to pull my
heart throughout times’ eternity
journey’s calm is wrought

as though the sea winds have
wrapped me within their embrace
helping me again to face

a world where the essence of
time flies capturing unnoticed
years unfurling tinctured rhyme

© August 27, 2012
Renee Espriu

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Quintessential

quintessential rhythms of life
pull at her like unforseen
threads tight and strong
like the chubby tiny fingers
connected to grasping arms

of all the children in her
past, present and future
calling her name as tears
were shed or laughter came
as words calmed their fears

quintessential rhythms of life
like breathing out and in
waking with each sun streaked
sky to watch patient each day
for the moon that will rise
to bring sleep’s calm sway

hoping that energy comes alive
as she wakes again dreaming
of bits and pieces of life
a reel on a camera fast forward
traveling at the speed of light

each year pages flipped in a
book the story not finished but
look and be quick as six decades
creep silent a tendriled vine
quintessential rhythms of life

© August 2012 Renee Espriu

Some people have grief over reaching age 30, 40 or even 50. Those were easy for me but this year is a milestone  60 years fast approaching and it is my turn to feel as though life has gone way too fast. Writing always helps.

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The Admirable “Mouse”

i yearn for the simplicity
of writing
fingers wrapped ’round
pen or pencil
bringing to life
unchoreographed
 tidings

unlike walking into a
warehouse office store to
view the most admirable
‘mouse’ required in
every household
 adored

awaiting the newest owner
to purchase them
taking one home to
begin the commencement
of writing via
keyboard

until i realize there seems
to be a disconnect
 between my
un-furried friend and me
nothing moving
or seen

my anxiety growing if words
cannot flow i make my
way back to the ‘super’
warehouse office store
talking to youth
in an uproar

he pointedly states that
‘it shouldn’t be
that hard’
i point out the vast
difference in age
 setting the stage

i turn on my heel to leave
him there
returning to my
mouse companion
only to find he has now
settled in

i again yearn for the
simplicity of
writing once again
fingers wrapped ’round’
pencil or pen

© August 2012
Renee Espriu

How frustrated can one become I found out today when my mouse died and found I was lost without him. Going in search of a new one and then trying to connect him was a new experience as this one does not plug in. Go figure! It probably would have been easier to simply pick up a pen and paper but as everyone seems to be, I too am tied into the world of technology and could not begin until my mouse was once again working.

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Sunsets and Sunrises

she knew her sunsets and sunrises
were firsts and lasts
that tomorrow might not come
that she had cheated fate
but once again

but hope rings true like a
glistening silver bell
to ring in another day’s noises
from the city and the calm
of making choices

she loved life and fought bravely
a battle she could not see
but could feel hidden inside
though the mirror reminded as
though but to chide

her memory of another time a
face someone elses’ now changed
she shows the world a ‘Spirit’
her body but a shell never
able to diminish it

she watches the faces of her
loved ones as they watch her for
a time heavens’ Angels beckon come
she sees sunsets and sunrises
now only she can fathom

© August 2012 Renee Espriu

Here in the Northwest a most gifted, articulate and giving woman gave up her fight with brain tumors and I offer up this small bit of prose for her. Kathi Goertzen was our Channel 4 News Anchor for many years and fought bravely for the last 14 years to overcome tumors that gave her little respite. She managed to connect with so many people, such as myself, just by us watching her report the news. She gave to her family, her community and when all is said and done herself. I wish for you many beautiful sunsets and sunrises where your “Spirit” now resides. Blessings!

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“Fan-Damonium”

i watch them whirring
speeding ’round with
different speeds and
different sounds

the ceiling fans
looming rather close
blades above my bed
i feel rather verbose

for they remain my
companions still
holding at bay rising
heat waves until

long-awaited hours
a wee small morn
signals them quiet
briefly and then

sun looms bright in
digits still rising
my once peaceful
abode fans plying

their high-pitched
white noise swirling
hot stagnant air
i lay awake listening

to their ‘HUMMMMING’
constant droning stares
a fever pitched night
a “FAN-DAMONIUM” scare

© August 2012 Renee Espriu

As you can tell we are now having our Summer and for me getting to the computer to post anything at all is dependent on how hot my office/bedroom is and lately almost too hot to do anything at all. The fans have become my constant companions as I’m sure most of the rest of the US have already had the pleasure of entertaining them in their own humble spaces.

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Reflections Mirrored

swirling motions of
passengers on the
dimly lit rail
i ride along
with them
unknowing

as they too ride along
with me
some with lunch boxes
others their
sleeping bags
disheveled

all people like me
yet “not”
like me at all
seeing the lines of
my reflection
moving outside

staring back at me
a parody
a shadowy spector
looking past at
other people’s
reflections

sleeping, talking, happy,
sad or angry with
lives moving
forward while
their
sillouttes

face them trapped
inside the rail
glass…hoping this
ride will
end……
differently?!?

perhaps she will not
go to work a
mirror of
every yesterday
and he not
to the mission

again seeking food,
company or a
hot shower
to wash away
his homeless
tired life

each one seeking
another path
a way out of
the same tomorrow
hoping reflections
outside

are their real lives
going somewhere
a destination
past their stop
to another
future

© August 2012

Renee Espriu

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Woven Together

empty lines of her life
filled with henna
weaving together the
past and present

into patterns with
details all
coming together to
form an intrinsic
portrait of a woman

who is part and parcel
to the uniqueness
painted in the
swirling lines

capturing
it all in the essence
she calls “ME”
giving it to all
of “YOU”

© August 2012
Renee Espriu

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Between Midnight and Dawn

phantom images between
midnight and dawn
collect in moonlit
 rooms reflecting naught
but seamless pathways
sewn within the mystery
that fades but never
really is gone until
another day doth cease
we again shall stray
in phantom images between
midnight and the dawn

© July 2012 Renee Espriu