the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft
touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced
to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage
a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath
it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance
© September 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself
“Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.”
-Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitally Altered by Myself
I have been away from my writing due to those things in life of which I have no control. But due to that which I never lose in my life, that of Hope, I am now able to once again do that which gives meaning and purpose to what I do. The last months have been long and sometimes difficult but never without Hope of tomorrow being better.
bring me wildflowers
& set them
on the sideboard
by the window
to catch
the suns’ rays
for the petals
that dapple all
of the surfaces
like tiny pixies
set to play
bring me laughter
to eclipse the day
as the moon does
to the surfaces
of the sun
a smile to soften
the harsh edges
of all anger
a candle with which
to light the dawn
© August 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
Digitized by Myself
 
adrift on the tide of time
ebbing and receding quickly now
dissolving pearls seen
as minutes of time
becoming particles of sand
an hourglass known
to be tailored to each one
recognition briefly still here
the brightness of a smile
a twinkle in the eye
checking memories each one
to know they do remain
a lucky penny catches the eye
it is quickly snatched up
deposited in a pocket
a mockingbird song entertains
sun up to sun down
each note a suggestion…
of something
the sadness finally dissipated
as a rain now a fine mist
settling but only briefly
the sun always bringing
a warmth to the soul
a new day beginning
looking around for the familiar
knowing it is there
just beneath a hazy morning
burning off in the heat of day
where all is now clear
the years only an illusion
and youth just beginning
© June 2014 Renee Espriu
Visiting dad always has the variable of “what if” involved. Now at 90 plus years of age and due to mild to moderate dementia, dad has good days and not so good, and through it all he still perseveres and manages to get through every day no matter what.
Image Taken From Morgue File
cottonwood seeds
adrift on the wind
living things
brought forth alive
as on the sea’s
changing tide
relentless in their need
to find safe harbor
cottonwood seeds
clinging to the thistle
purple flower bright
caught in the storm drain
fluttering
from the car vent
resting on a dashboard
relentless in their need
to find safe harbor
cottonwood seeds
in piles by the curbside
soft as downy feathers
white as the newly
fallen snow
safety in numbers
relentless in their need
to find safe harbor
a cottonwood seed
catches an updraft
as birds in flight do
coasting for miles
from where it grew
a patch of earth
to take root
relentlessly it’s come
to find safe harbor
© May 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From http://www.deq.mt.gov
fragile life reminders
buried beneath
mountainous depths
mudslides
too close to home
& in other countries
that now feel close
reminders felt in flood waters
helpless lives
with nothing to grasp
taken by the current
nature’s release
that accumulated
from tiny raindrops
reminders felt in tornadoes
hurricane force winds
sweeping across land
far from any ocean
a corkscrew & no bottle
a swirling massive rage
filled with debris
nature’s play things
reminders as the mower
cuts through grass
a jungle habitat
of tiniest creatures
a green frog thumb size
scampering for safety
a hand captures him
release beneath shaded trees
fragile life reminders
© May 2014 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File and Modified by Myself
There have been, recently, many natural disasters across the US. In my own State of Washington an unheard of mudslide claimed many lives on a sunny day. In the midwest news of tornadoes and in many other States floods from too much rain. I happened on a tiny frog in my yard and thought of all the lives lost in the blink of an eye and had my eye not caught his movement, he too would be gone. Life is fragile.
when the thick grey mist
rises up from
the still dark blue water
as mirrored glass
to greet the dawn
there is no doubt
once the sun’s rays
burn away
the damp & dark
of passing night
bird chorus
will welcome morn
© April 2014
Renee Espriu
Image From Morgue File
leaves & petals
from spring flowers
lay limp
awash in a
rainwater puddle
amidst cigarette butts
on the railroad tracks
no longer admonished
or even praised
but part of
life’s discarded
no longer
part of life’s promise
© April 2014
Renee Espriu
Image In Part From Morgue File Digitized & Enhanced by Myself
tumultuous came the winter
undecided it made its’ retreat
the sun hidden in grey dark corners
such as the time you left me
you tried to return to my side
sitting within breath so shallow
your warmth cooled as by glacier snow
solidity of form now but shadow
my ear touched upon your laughter
a cool breeze then touched my skin
you would be with me as always
to hold as part of my heart within
© March 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File
My brother died many years ago now but the one thing that has never left me is the sound of his laughter. I cannot say how but I remember the sound of it as though it were yesterday and he is sharing that part of himself with me.
dodging raindrops as though
they were standing still
her mind drifts
like the tide
to another time
another page
in the day
of whose life
she knows
the wind carries salt spray
on the warm breeze
& it settles on skin
browned by the sun
& she watches her there
as she stands
taking it in
the ocean teeming with life
watered down crimson red
the tide restricted
of swimming
but she wades just a bit
bare feet greeting
the sticky warmth of it
the smell of salty air
weighed down
by the life seemingly
contained
abounds as though
someone cast
a large net
meant to capture…
but not long after
it is gone
© March 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Courtesy of Kai Schumman
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