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*A Breath of Wind and A Dew Drop*

I am part of something greater than myself
some would call God and others Goddess
or perhaps Buddha,Allah,Jehovah or Shiva

something greater as the breath of the wind
breathing life into all that exists
as the raindrops falling, filling the oceans
becoming rivers, lakes and waterfalls

something greater as simple as a dewdrop
clinging to my skin in the early hours of morn
as it clings to the leaves and spider webs

something greater even as the universe spins
holding within it pinpoints of light
from an ominous burning star that is the sun
moonbeams full of the wonder of stardust

I am a part of that something greater even
as it exhales in anguish breathing as the wind
creating devastating storms of despair

causing the oceans to rise up flooding the
banks of land, becoming hurricanes
and I hear and feel them all because I
am part of something greater

I know the sigh of relief breathed into a breeze
a rainbow after storms the colors of hope
shining through a waterfall because I am

part of something greater

© December 2016 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Visages of Jack Frost***

This is my photo which I digitized.

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frozen sap unyielding
Jack Frost waits
ice crystal reverie

If you would like to join in creating Haiga please visit Rick Daddario for Extended30DOH at is site  http://rickdaddario.com/blog.

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***The Nature of Meta***

The cityscape is laden with concrete and asphalt
groaning under yesterday’s fast food containers
trying to shrug off the pain of broken bottles
unable to push aside the remnants of plastic

the vacant lots with vacated buildings accrue it
this wasteful epitaph to scientists who discover
ways in laboratories to make our lives easier

but there he is with an unknown name to me
that I see walking along the side of the road
broom and dustpan in hand cleaning again and again
pulling scraps of litter from beneath the shrubs

he is determined that this small stretch he walks
will not be left neglected on his watch even
though his back is bent and age follows him

the shrubs will bloom and the trees leaves unfold
in thanks to this man they are honored to know
and the birdsong will sound as insects visit
knowing he cares and they are loved

© 2016 Renee Espriu

This was first posted on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine at https://thebezine.com/project-type/the-bezine-vol-3-issue-2-november-2016/page. Please visit there to read more very thoughtful posts.

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Casting Shadows***

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Image is my own photo which I digitized.

Fall sunshine
gold confetti
casting shadows

This is for Rick Daddario’s  second prompt for his   e30DOH on his site at http://rickdaddario.com/blog. If you would like to join in you can find more information there.

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***Drought Parched Land***

You wait beneath
drought parched land
he stiffens
as bent curved tree
detail memory fades
once sharp pinpoint light
emanated by moonbeams
he sees my feet as yours
your face I see in a mirror
the years bring you close
as you wait

© November 2016 Renee Espriu

This was posted for Jamie Dede’s Wed Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2016/11/16/for-mrs-whitman-a-poem. I am not sure if my piece hits the mark of her prompt as she talks about the writing of a  fond memory and juxtaposition.   For me that happened recently when I visited dad and even with dementia he saw the likeness between my feet and mom’s (now passed away) and was touched. Even with my aging I find mother in my features, especially my eyes and expressions, and know that youth is always there. If you would like to participate in her Wed prompt and look for them weekly please pay her a visit and enter your poem in Linky.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Musical Notes***

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My Photo Digitized

musical notes hidden
mountain ash
clustered berries dance

Rick Daddario is now doing an extended 30DOH  beginning November 1st every two weeks. If you would like to join in please visit his site @ http://rickdaddario.com/blog to find out more details.

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***The Breath of Spirit***

I use to pray when asking or wanting
was all I thought there was
when I used the energy of my being
as if kinetic magnetic waves
to bring me absolute truth

when now with years of searching
I find that closing my eyes
to breathe quietly within
the mist begins to clear as
though sun rays warm my spirit

the dew drops melt on blades of grass
to find me walking a deserted shore
where the ocean winds touch my hair
and the watery brine is lifted thus
to coat my skin with salty jewels

where words are not labels or script
but the beauty of butterflies laced
with birdsong and seeded with pearls
that transcend time and space
filling my soul with balm and peace

© November 2016 Renee Espriu

This has been posted on Jamie Dedes’s site for the Wednesday Prompt. If you would like to join in please visit her at https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/11/02/breathless-between-language-myth-a-poem-and-therein-is-your-wednesday-writing-prompt

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Another Lifetime***

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

a warm glow to your skin
as you stood amidst glittering sand
receiving the ocean’s salty mist
a warm wind carving waves

the rain reminds me as a child when
swimming past rolling waves
to a calm ocean to hold my raft
and even the depth beneath me
held no fear

i seemed to drift as it were
past people i did not know as
playing amongst the salty brine
they seemed to fade away
and i remained

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

© October 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***The Tiny Crocus***

I recall two years past another time
when my heart within my chest gave
no inkling it would fail me
as hearts are want to do

The crocus would begin to peer
above the ground in unexpected places
in the grassy areas and I would
mow around them carefully

Then smile to see their petals close
to open only when the sun’s rays
caught their lavender petals
amidst the hosta’s large leaves

They came up year after year splendid
regal, demanding to be seen
pushing aside grass, weeds, plants
‘look at me, look at me’

I looked and now how I miss them
yet how I am so like them always
determined to break forth, to go past
what my heart was capable of doing

I did steer past all the obstacles
the ones in my way, the ones not seen
microscopic bacteria running rampant
using my blood like water driven roads

All the while moving forward striving
to rise above like the tiny crocus
clinging to soil beneath the grass
pushing through all the hosta leaves

My heart did fail me but others like me
took great care that it should beat again
that I might recall a time now past and
a lesson learned from the tiny crocus

© October 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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***Visualize The Raindrops Pausing***

i visualize in the warmth of the sun
or in the darkest hours of night

healing is held in the gift of seeing

i see between the wind blown leaves
pause each raindrop as it is falling

everything stops but my breathing

i listen to the silence all around
even in the midst of all the chaos

molecules of life touching gently

i close my eyes for a moment in between
for dreamers will always be dreaming

music notes orchestrate birth and death

i feel the strings of instruments hold me
soft as satin and stronger then webs of silk

healing is found in a moment of peace

i visualize oceans and mountains colliding
creating new life as gentle flowering buds

death can never be the ultimate ending

i see myself walking an ocean shoreline
by the still spray of a wave before it crashes

peace is standing between raindrops as they pause

i see there briefly a place my mind rests
devoid of wars, disease, famine and otherness

healing is held in the gift of seeing

what could be if only for a moment in time

© October 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

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This was first published at the Bezine where you can read more posts on their current topic of Rituals For Peace, Healing and Unity at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com.