Bejeweled Prisms

Once again the intrepid wind has abated
a force to be reckoned with in time
as it pummels sturdy houses, tender leaves
nothing safely harbored in its’ wake

but abate it does, glorious it may be
replaced with a bitter cold, crisp dawn
another jewel lit morning scenes
of frosted houses and icy lawns

the grass crunches beneath my feet
held captive in tiny bejeweled prisms
reflecting everything and nothing
that can be seen with the naked eye

but it is amazing to envision all
the possibilities of nature as it
holds  such glittering diamonds
within its’ outstretched hand

even on an inclement day with storms
with unbridled destruction & loss
the aftermath can be beautiful awe
when everything grows is now new

nature is the master of all it surveys
painting over and over again landscapes
it created, to create yet another
landscape within its’ place

IMPOSSIBLY POSSIBLE!
Giving me pause to wonder

© Renee Espriu February 2020

A Public Domain Photo Taken & Created As Art by Myself

13 Replies to “Bejeweled Prisms”

  1. Isn’t nature just stunning?
    We had storms here too over the weekend/Monday. The kids were allowed to stay home from school which is completely unheard of. We scraped through with not too much damage.
    We are truly blessed to live right next to the river on the edge of a nature reserve and it’s incredible watching nature, with all her might and glory through large protective windows.

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    1. How wonderful to live next to a river and the edge of a nature reserve where you can see all the amazing things that nature has to offer. Your windows offering you a theater which is safe for your viewing. Thank you for visiting. I am happy you enjoyed the poem. Take care.

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    1. I am a bit late here replying. Glad you liked my poem, Betty. I am not fond of being cold for so many months but I can appreciate the beauty of what nature had to offer us. I am well, thank you.

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  2. A most beautiful homage to nature, Renee. Your piece speaks to all my senses. I especially love this stanza, so sensual:

    “the grass crunches beneath my feet
    held captive in tiny bejeweled prisms
    reflecting everything and nothing
    that can be seen with the naked eye”

    And this one that brings hope after the storm, a great metaphor to help us overcome any difficulties in life:

    “even on an inclement day with storms
    with unbridled destruction & loss
    the aftermath can be beautiful awe
    when everything grows is now new”

    In the Catalan language we say: “Després de la tempesta sempre surt el sol” (After the storm the sun always comes up).

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    1. Thank you so much, Marta. You do understand, then, what I hoped my words would convey. Even though one piece of poetry speaks to each and every person something unique to them. I love your Catalan saying “Després de la tempesta sempre surt el sol” (After the storm the sun always comes up). So much like Spanish. For me it is not too difficult to translate but I so appreciate that you did. Hope you are well. 🙂

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      1. You are welcome very kindly, Renee. Yes, I am well. Thank you again for your wonderful poems and artworks. Always a pleasure to reconnect with you when I have a bit of time. Una abraçada ben forta i petons (= A big hug and kisses) 💕

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