The night is a siphon for dreams
drifting thru stars & moonbeams
nudging in its’ turn each muse
igniting imaginations’ fuse
visiting angels night’s shadows
a lighting of a candles’ tallow
© March 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Prompt. You can see more of this post at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/29/but-not-the-night-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The image below was taken from Morgue File & Digitized by Myself.
I dreamt that I met you smiling
long before you were born
that I told you in sweet loving
to the moon and back we’ll go
that we held hands briefly soaring
seeking the beauteous moonscape
we traversed stars in the milky way
in meteorite showers of gold we played
we walked along dazzling moon beams
silken threads our carpets in space
too soon you left me in wonderment
life’s cord cut a spiraling empty place
& you sped quickly down to earth
faster even than Halley’s comet
that day I finally saw your birth
I remembered our dance among stars
marveled at so much of me in you
that your hands held stardust imbued
© March 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday writing prompt. You can read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/22/if-the-man-in-the-moon-had-a-voice-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Perfect timing as my newest great grandchild was born yesterday. Klaudya Charlotte Anne weighed in at 7.7lbs and was 19in long.
This Image Was Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Digitized by Myself
The road leads away and back again
for the tiniest of babies now living
but for the creation of incubators
the path could be a distant memory
for those stricken with lifeless legs
albeit for the miracle of polio vaccine
memories might be a thing of life’s past
due to serious illness or head injury
life possible due to life support equipment
born with loss of limbs or due to accident
immobility the darkness of every dawn
mobile once again with prosthetics
every breath painfully labored and slow
lungs damaged by disease or by choices
the miracle of oxygen lines extending life
the nucleus of human life suddenly stops
a heart unable to support another moment
an artificial valve ignites beating again
for all of these reasons and many more
the list too extensive and long to write
the road leads away and back again
© March 2017 Renee Espriu
This was first published in the Bezine. You can read more of this current edition by going to https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-march-2017-vol-3-issue-6.
Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
I was but ten years old and fearless
steeped in the tradition of miracles
brought about by steadfast prayer
symbols of candles and holy water
rituals with the heavy smell of incense
chimes and bells extolling virtues
of those who gazed upon a crucifix
a man’s body nailed upon its’ image
a man whose story repeated as an echo
through time, through space in my head
someone I would never meet and who
lived in a distant past Jerusalem
I never questioned as my prayers filled
the vast void of my heart in need
of those miracles I believed would come
when an accident left you living
but only a shadow of who you once were
leaving me with unfulfilled prayers
feeling betrayed by a belief system
filled with rituals of incense and bells
of symbolic candles and crosses
a lifetime spent in understanding
that beliefs are what you make of them
that systems may not work or betray
that what I believe in is far greater
than myself a universe not made by people
that churches are made by people
when numbers far outweigh ones’ fear
solace and joy can need to be shared
that I loved you despite everything
© March 2017 Renee Espriu
I have written this poem for Jamie Dedes’s Wed prompt. Please read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/15/once-upon-a-sea-green-day-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt/.
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
Be not one to tarnish
your self esteem by
climbing mountains
of others’ expectations
stand up for your beliefs
bring them into sunlit day
& out of darkest night
dare to dream your own dreams
lest you enter an abyss
of others’ nightmares
quagmires of doubt
tap into hidden strengths
& object to old school thought
& expound others’ worth
do not fear being rejected
based on the unacceptable
you are universally a part
of being beautiful
be recognized on your own merit
splendid & vast as oceans
quiet but fearless in all
sing out among starry skies
be brave as birds in flight
ply your wounds in love
be bold…you are here
© March 2017 Renee Espriu
Posting a day late but this is for Jamie Dedes’ prompt for International Women’s Day. You can read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/08/celebrating-international-womens-with-poem-et-al.
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Knowledge is like that of a strong ocean current
undulating through the movement of life
& can be accessed of books, of people
or held tight in a Pandora’s box
our need to know like the curiosity of a cat
hoping that understanding will follow
& fall into place like that of
a lost puzzle piece
completing the picture of endless possibilities
it is the chord binding us all together
& can be a solace in understanding
or pose queries in knowing
© March 2017 Renee Espriu
This is my poem for Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday Prompt. Please read her piece at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/01/eves-apologetic-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt/.
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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