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***Eddies Along The Tide***

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

we are some of us but onlookers
those eddies along the tide

at times we are in the middle
funneled down in the churning mass

at times we break free in a quest
for our soul’s solace, peaceful rest

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

music soothes me wrapped in its’ notes
talking to my restless muse in repose

night is filled as an ebony blackboard
only ever broken by the swift tide

i listen as the current takes them
much as rapids toward the waterfall

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

i also know that each life i do touch
will change the life i am living

i will emerge from the whirling funnel
though i may be going against the tide

i will embrace each moment of silence
let it surround me with its’ song

i will cherish each life that touches me
even as they vanish with morning sun

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are passing glances in a crowd

© October 2016 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

swift-current

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***Dance of Fall***

The leaves pirouette
slowly dancing
their way to earth
as they are
caught up one
atop the other
in rainwater puddles
once devoid of color
now laughing as
golds, reds,
yellows, oranges
make of them
a floating canvas
of nature’s art

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

natures-canvas

© October 2016
Renee Espriu

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***Pickling Season***

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

pickling-season

cucumber ready
versatile dill
pickling season

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

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***Stone Bench***

Photo Taken by Myself & Digitized

silence

pervasive silence
expectation
fluttering leaves

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

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***Many Colored Patterns***

There is always hope peace will come
if not encompassed in the living
most certainly not in the dying
but in increments of moving forward

Making changes interacting with others
knowing that even in differences
we are all connected in commonalities

That loving & laughing in twilight hours
should be brought into the light of day
broaching imagined fears & realizing
that others may have the same fears

That birdsong & music must be heard
over the sound of bullets piercing us
to hear the poets words stitched into lines

That the birth of all natures creatures
the wail of a newborn’s crying demands
is the crescendo beckoning to humanity
to see life as the ultimate gift

That life is not as simple as a color
& more complex than lifestyles lived
that defects & handicaps are beautiful

That the poets stitched lines a stanza
of many patterns woven into many colors
of all life with powerful voices to hear
there is always hope peace will come

© Renee Espriu 2016

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

many-colors

There has been yet another mall shooting here in Washington State killing lives that most hold dear. Please see others’ writing for 100TPC that is holding a virtual event today at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2016/09/23/100tpc-2016/

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***BRIEF INTERLUDE***

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

1st-day-of-autumn

brief interlude
before wind interrupts
carpeting leaves
on ground

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

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***QUIET SERENITY***

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

peace

a moment captured
contemplation
quiet serenity

This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.

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***BLACK HONEY FARE***

A girl inhaling clean salty air
on the coastline of the Pacific
once harboring pristine beaches
held in awe in the early fifties

Cradled first in a mother’s arms
embraced in a warm blanket of sun
sand sticking to arms and legs
to tiny feet and pudgy hands raised

Eyes swallowing the ocean forever
encompassing a spotless horizon
just a sweet taste of waves and wind
‘til progress brazenly stepped in

Iron giant beast bereft of eyes
harnessed to flat steel platforms
began springing forth on Hwy 1
like parched wilted weeds in the sun

They anointed the soil like locusts
legs attached with heads in motion
digging deep in the earth drinking
oil thick like honey sickly menacing

Pollution crept in first unnoticed
air thick at times with heady fumes
sticky black tar littered beaches
Tin Can Beach amassed its leaches

Years were swept as incoming tides
realization of what man had made
eyes burned of air toxic to breathe
a process to clean, erect a sheath

Signs were posted of ‘Danger Beware’
bulldozers took away tin cans and trash
Bolsa Chica Beach left in its wake
all was done for humanities’ sake

A woman inhaling remnants of air
on the coastline of the Pacific
iron giants without eyes still stare
never sated on their black honey fare

© Renee Espriu 2016

Photo From http://www.image-archeology.com/california_oil_wells.htm

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I was fortunate enough to have this posted for 100TPC on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine. The topic as you will read is Environmental Justice. Please visit her site and read other posts by writers who also contributed to this issue.
https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/09/19/the-bezine-vol-2-issue-12-environmental-justice-intro-and-table-of-contents-with-links/