Month: September 2018

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The Color of Elocution

So many introductions
to the season of Fall
from the splashy
vibrantly hued colors

of oranges, golds
yellows and reds

to burnt textures of
browns and bronze

as foliage processes death
into sleeping droughts
of winter nights

where each day temperatures
fade to cool breezes
sending all matter of life
scurrying
fluttering
down

atop objects stationary or
those moving
steadily onward

while the noise and chatter
of nature’s interlude
finds the quest
for food

in the eyes of the ever busy
squirrel who squirrels away
any nuts he can

to the ever noisy, never
complacent jay
I catch a glimpse of
high in the branches

of acorn tree boughs
apparently abundantly full
whilst he screeches
at the energetic
squirrel

always mindful these acorns
belong to him
the bountiful trees
his domain

trespassing bandits
will receive
a long and wrathful
scolding

such elocution this jay
but the squirrel
will not
be deterred

© October 2018 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Created as Art

Squirrel in Tree

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“The Spritely Muse”

words that tumbled ’round
her head as a child
still do

making mischief like tiny sprites
trading a wooded glade
to tease her hence

a whirlwind of cacophony
flickering, not staying still
try as she might
to pin them down

like dust these letters sneak
into every tight corner
of every room

only the rooms are within
her head with dull eyes
the corners misshapen
dark and foreboding

each letter playing tag
‘you’re it!’
as she feels a tingling
a light touch

as they frantically
try to meld again
and again

to ignite a spark
bursting brightly
into poetic imagery
brilliant

but as her head pivots
she only glimpses
she is not keen enough
as swiftly
they
disappear

© September 2018 Renee Espriu

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fire sprites

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“Spinning Threads in Poems”

Spun words as a weaver spinning threads
upon her loom hoping that colors
will strike the brilliant chord

such as the composer who like magic
pulls each note threaded in the air
above him espouses
to encapsulate emotions
within the composition

whereupon they will be released
by those who listen
in tears of sorrow
tears of joy
or anger fleeting
as a doused
flame

with only the bliss
of knowing it was I
who lit the flame

that dances across
the reader’s face
as they imbue
their senses
with the words
of a poem

is all I envisage

© September 2018 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created as Art

Poems and Threads

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“Oranges and Apples”

A mother is what she needed
not a friend that played
jacks, marbles and jump rope

where she was left
to her own devices of
making mischief
with her brother

or watching a locomotive
barrel down steel tracks
to crush a penny
newly set
upon them

but her mother an only child
longed for siblings
for playmates
to fill
a yearning

so even as she needed
wanted a mother
oranges and apples
would not mix

yet her mother turned flour sacks
into underclothes and slips
for her sewn dresses
to lie upon

her mother cooked food
laden with the aromas
of love

pies trimmed in the lace
of gold brown crust
even when money
was a
luxury

she would surmise in life
that mothers do the best
with what life
gives them

© September 2018 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Created As Art

Oranges and Apples