Month: November 2016

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***The Nature of Meta***

The cityscape is laden with concrete and asphalt
groaning under yesterday’s fast food containers
trying to shrug off the pain of broken bottles
unable to push aside the remnants of plastic

the vacant lots with vacated buildings accrue it
this wasteful epitaph to scientists who discover
ways in laboratories to make our lives easier

but there he is with an unknown name to me
that I see walking along the side of the road
broom and dustpan in hand cleaning again and again
pulling scraps of litter from beneath the shrubs

he is determined that this small stretch he walks
will not be left neglected on his watch even
though his back is bent and age follows him

the shrubs will bloom and the trees leaves unfold
in thanks to this man they are honored to know
and the birdsong will sound as insects visit
knowing he cares and they are loved

© 2016 Renee Espriu

This was first posted on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-vol-3-issue-2-november-2016/page. Please visit there to read more very thoughtful posts.

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Casting Shadows***

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Image is my own photo which I digitized.

Fall sunshine
gold confetti
casting shadows

This is for Rick Daddario’s  second prompt for his   e30DOH on his site at http://rickdaddario.com/blog. If you would like to join in you can find more information there.

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***Drought Parched Land***

You wait beneath
drought parched land
he stiffens
as bent curved tree
detail memory fades
once sharp pinpoint light
emanated by moonbeams
he sees my feet as yours
your face I see in a mirror
the years bring you close
as you wait

© November 2016 Renee Espriu

This was posted for Jamie Dede’s Wed Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2016/11/16/for-mrs-whitman-a-poem. I am not sure if my piece hits the mark of her prompt as she talks about the writing of a  fond memory and juxtaposition.   For me that happened recently when I visited dad and even with dementia he saw the likeness between my feet and mom’s (now passed away) and was touched. Even with my aging I find mother in my features, especially my eyes and expressions, and know that youth is always there. If you would like to participate in her Wed prompt and look for them weekly please pay her a visit and enter your poem in Linky.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Musical Notes***

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My Photo Digitized

musical notes hidden
mountain ash
clustered berries dance

Rick Daddario is now doing an extended 30DOH  beginning November 1st every two weeks. If you would like to join in please visit his site @ http://rickdaddario.com/blog to find out more details.

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***The Breath of Spirit***

I use to pray when asking or wanting
was all I thought there was
when I used the energy of my being
as if kinetic magnetic waves
to bring me absolute truth

when now with years of searching
I find that closing my eyes
to breathe quietly within
the mist begins to clear as
though sun rays warm my spirit

the dew drops melt on blades of grass
to find me walking a deserted shore
where the ocean winds touch my hair
and the watery brine is lifted thus
to coat my skin with salty jewels

where words are not labels or script
but the beauty of butterflies laced
with birdsong and seeded with pearls
that transcend time and space
filling my soul with balm and peace

© November 2016 Renee Espriu

This has been posted on Jamie Dedes’s site for the Wednesday Prompt. If you would like to join in please visit her at https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/11/02/breathless-between-language-myth-a-poem-and-therein-is-your-wednesday-writing-prompt

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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