Posted on by Renee Espriu

Art Mercurial

reminiscent of an Ansel Adams photograph
the waves of the Pacific break
against the sandy shores

layers upon layers of ruffles
stitched with foamy lace

an imitation of art mercurial
each white foamy layer
a year in the life

a depiction steeped in feelings
of all that is perpetual
as if years will continue
ad infinitum

youth and memory captured and held
within the taste
within the smell
of sea salt

until another wave crashes
wind driven upon
the shore

wiping clean the slate like sand
without even a touch
you simply
let
go

© August 2018 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Re-Imagined

Foamy Lace

Another visit to a place I will always love but is forever changed in many ways. I have left there knowing that change is imminent and this year finds me swept away within its’ embrace. What places are and will forever be held in your heart even though you call another place home? For me it is California.

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  2. Beautiful poem with deep meaning, as nothing ever stays the same.. We hold an image within our minds-eye and cling onto its vision. To often be disappointed by the reality..

    My own vision held within my heart is the village I grew up in as a child we could name every household member from adults to children I know there is about 470 in their population now.. It was only a bit less then.. The village school was thriving.. The other year the School had to fight to keep its doors open as the village has changed. Houses sold for holiday homes so no young families in the village.. Its still open, just… I had many happy hours in that primary school play ground..

    Loved your wave image also Renee… and yes sometimes the reality of going back to places that were held in fondness, often in todays world of change disappoint.
    Love and Mega hugs.. Sorry to hear about the fires there.. Its been one extraordinary Summer ❤

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    1. I was saddened by it all this time ’round and may not be able to return next year, what with planning my tiny house where my daughter lives. Thus, this may be the last time I see my dad. He will be 95yrs old in November and seems to have outlived them all, albeit his dementia keeps him from the knowing of it. Thank you for telling me of your place you were raised. Yes, my memories will always hold for me the love of sun, sand and surf. Be well. xoxo

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      1. I can empathise with your feelings Renee… And your Dad I know when his time comes, will know of your love, and your heart my friend.. And that is all that matters.. As sad as it is, that distance and circumstances keep family apart.. Love knows no limits and is eternal.. ❤ love and Blessings.. Enjoy your weekend ❤

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  6. Beautiful poem and photo. Your poem is highly philosophical, existentialist and introspective. Love the imagery. These lines are incredibly beautiful:
    “youth and memory captured and held
    within the taste
    within the smell
    of sea salt”

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    1. Thank you. When I was a girl and knew nothing of such things I thought philosophy was simply a concept that wasn’t anything I would ever understand. But, in truth, my writing has always tended to veer in that direction. I appreciate you have noticed the nuances. Be well.

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      1. I think poetry and philosophy are very much related to each other. In many ways, they are quite similar and thus complementary. Philosophy is the use of reason to discover truth. Poetry is also about finding truth, and beauty. As my poet friend Mario Savioni says (can’t remember in which poem now): “the truth of beauty” and “the beauty of truth”. Keats already said that: “Beauty is Truth, Truth, Beauty.” In our modern age genres intermingle and thus poetry written in prose becomes prosetry and, if it is highly philosophical, it would be philoprosetry.

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