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
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Lovely. And of course you realize where my own inspirations are derived 😉 Peace, Renee. Aloha.
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Yes I do. So fortunate to live where you do. 🙂
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How wonderful that nature is your mistress and muse Renee. You are indeed lucky!
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Thank You Grace. Everyone needs inspiration and when none for me is forthcoming, I have merely to look outside. 🙂
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beautiful! I was on a similar path of homage this week with the sun!
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The sun does bring out the best in one, doesn’t it! Thank You!
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Nature is my mistress too dear Renee.. 🙂 Beautiful Poem my friend.. sending love for a continued beautiful week.. Hugs Sue xxx
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Thank You and I know you are enjoying all of the veggies from your garden. Do enjoy them for me as well. 🙂
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I will dear Renee.. I am.. 🙂
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