Star Dust Applause

when will the knowing come
of when you will need me
before the Spring snow melts
as glacier waters freeing

as tidal pools are not
brimming forth with
ocean creatures spiny life

when celestial heavens
spill forth the stars to
create another Milky Way
 with star dust applause

when will this knowing come
candescent as a candle flame
in your beauty that is you

it will come without knowing
in the richness of your life
like filtered sun into my heart
woven tightly all the threads
amidst vast and cloudless skies

© September 2012
Renee Espriu

Essence of Time

as essence of time
renews itself
like a seedling
rising up twisting
breaking through a
muddied ground

so footsteps will
one day traverse
these halls anew
a different era
giving rise to
echoes of me

© September 2012
Renee Espriu

Rolling Your Own

i saw him sitting there
leaning against a tree
spreading out tiny
squares of paper
with precision intensity

he opened a tiny bag a
tobacco smell WafTinG out
beginning gently laying
a straight line on
the paper thereabout

beyond him they stood in
a photo sepia toned
i watched him begin to rOLL
years marching by
he slowly rOLLed his own

a factory owner with
his worker’s stand
‘neath tinted photo sun
touting cigars a
few handle bar moustaches
some with Bowler hats on

walnut trees *dot* the
cobblestone streets in
Germantown, PA
“CIGAR MANUFACTURING”
advertisements
cigars on display

smells of leafy tobacco
PerMeaTe the air
penetrating the
 worker’s clothes to
filter through their hair

greenish brown tobacco
leaves are neatly
placed just so then
 layed upon still
moistened leaves
to be carefully rOLLed

my German uncle
Scottish grandfather own
the factories there
where workers sit
amidst tobacco leaves
staining hands and shirts

he finishes rolling at last
licking paper to press
closed the cigarette
with his thumb
 he tamps the tobacco down
tamping it down fast

behind him the workers stand
watching him now
complete the task
smiles overcoming frowns
they are pleased i can see
he knows how to rOLL his own

© September 2012
Renee Espriu

I don’t have a lot of family history here in the States that I find interesting but having relatives who owned cigar factories in the early 1900’s is a bit unique. I remember seeing someone roll their own cigarette and remembered some old photos showing both my uncle’s and grandfather’s factories and began to think…maybe too much…but wanted to share. Both of these family members’ families did migrate here at some point to the US from Germany and Scotland. Lots of immigrants started their own businesses and they were no exception.

The Fulcrum

i was unaware that i was
caught in a fulcrum of
endless time whizzing
like the white noise of
traffic moving on the
street below leveled

at me never really able
to penetrate beneath
my walled in psyche
keeping me safe so
that age cannot find
me except within the

particles of sand forming
a mirror where upon
i momentarily glance to
see time has captured
me there quite in the
center of endless storms

© September 2012
Renee Espriu

Hope you will bear with me as I take on something new here. I have found some software online called Real Paint World that takes doing art images online a bit further than Micro Soft Paint. I got really frustrated after lots of trial and errors and then could not, for the life of me, figure out how to save it where I could pull it into the post but finally did.  I have been so taken with a site by Rick Daddario with images and Haikus at    http://rickdaddario.com/blog.htm  (I can never come close) that I decided to go out and get some software I could try on my own.  Thanks for your patience.

Elemental

elemental as fire and ice
my soul within me                               
gives rise to crimson
ashen lithe but strong
to cool as rivers swift
and strong allowing my
Spirit to rise in song

 

 

© September 2012 Renee Espriu