The following is in response to Rick Daddario’s DOH/Days of Haiga you can see at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/05/haiga-2017-004-30doh-a-97-avocado-year. The photo below is my own digitally altered.
Candied Mango
This is response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Read more at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/04/haiga-2017-004-30doh-one-day-too-long-papaya. The photos below was taken from the Morgue File & digitally altered
by myself.
Celebration Every Day
This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Please read more at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/04/haiga-2017-003-30doh-naming-day. The photo below is my own digitally altered.
Nature’s Symphony
This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga.
See more responses at https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/haiga-2017-002-30doh-classical-sky. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File
& digitally altered by myself.
Furry Groceries
This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga for September. You can see more responses at http://rickdaddario.com/blog. The photo is my own taken of my two cats before they passed on. Oliver, the caramel colored cat, lived to 18yrs of age and Hemingway, his darker coated friend, lived to 16. Miss them both.
Persuaded By A Smile
I never knew her name and remembrance
of her face has faded from memory
but her kindness still remains steadfast
within the warmth of my beating heart
where upon I still see the upright grand
dusty and in need of repair standing
proudly in the living room of a house
I only encroached drawn by its’ beauty
for she saw I was smitten by its’ presence
and invited me to play for even though
not a lesson had I the music seemed to
pass without pause to my finger tips
as I came to knock each day upon the door
to see the beauty of her smile and knew
that she no longer played but entreated
me to sit once more at the upright grand
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/23/mrs-g-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Please visit her site and read more. The photo below was taken from Morgue File & digitally altered by myself.
Residuals of Eclipse
Porch lights shine in day
briskly chilled air
sun shadows darken
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
My own digital art take on yesterday’s history making event. Although the state of Washington did not get a full eclipse we had some small interesting things that happened here.
“Stained” Glass Windows
She embraced the rituals of worship
of which practicing seemed to bring calm
to a personal life bereft of its’ being
whereupon entering a sacred place of
stained glass windows and the statues
of holy saints long dead brought
daily tests to question her soul
she watched men cloaked in white robes
garnished with vestments hung about
their necks symbols of their holiness
where the incense they spread in the air
afflicted her senses but must be done
for it was said it purified & cleansed
raising up the prayers of the faithful
but nothing addressed her innocence to
enlighten her of past holy wars that spread
death to those who believed naught the same
so she entertained a communion white veil
to be replaced later by a robe of red as
she promised to put her belief in those
words written by nameless faces of others
she believed in it all until the day her
faith stood the ultimate test of the reaper
causing her heart to have a hope of its’ own
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday Prompt. You can see other poet’s responses at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/16/a-puppet-dancing-in-the-dark-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitally altered by myself.
Coaxing Change
August days speak Summer
evenings bespeak Fall
a glimmer of change
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
The photo below was taken by myself and digitally altered.
An Infinity of Stars Woven
Within the landscape of time are
the shadows of war residing
casting doubts of fear
over hope filled integrity
for if I could but ease the pain
& erase the memory of horror
that slices through hearts
once laden with joy
I would
but there will always be those
who seek righteousness loaded
with weapons of destruction
their efforts devoid
of compassion
and soldiers who participate
on the battlefields of wars
whether at home or across seas
will carry scars always
and if it were possible within
me as a wordsmith to pen a poem
of salve and healing
I would
so that children may once again play
on peaceful soil under watchful eyes
of mothers and fathers
who can rest assured
of a tomorrow
filled with the spirit of love
& that fireworks will be celebration
& not the deafening voices
of bombs falling
for my soul cannot rest within me
until the vision of the universe
is the essence of peace shining
like an infinity of stars
the threads of woven fabric
like none that has ever been made
containing naught of the shadows of war
but a humanity of peacemakers
the gardeners sowing
seeds for the
future
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday Prompt. Please read more poets responses at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/09/do-not-make-war-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitally altered by myself.
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