The Piano

The Piano

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you set waiting amongst others of your kind
housing the large harp within your casing
standing upright and waiting for that one
that would love you enough to once again

lovingly ply your ivory keys with passionate
longing to coax musical notes waiting to
escape the dust that has settled upon them
in an effort to come alive, notes chording

to no longer set idle in bitter loneliness
but belong in the midst of those that would
wipe away the weary years with but a touch
of shine from joyous tears that melodies sign

will rise like timeless orchestrated sighs
bringing rays of light into lives one true
measure you will no longer wait in silence
but fill empty hours with unending pleasure

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

 

http://dversepoets.com/category/negative-capability/

Hush Little Baby

baby dreaming

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i held them all one by one
a gift of life in my arms
watching their eyes move
beneath fluttering lids
of what do they dream?
with their warm bodies
and sweet milky breath

“hush little baby don’t you
cry cause mama’s gonna sing
you a lullaby”…Shhhhhhhh
now don’t you cry, be safe
in my arms, just you and i

watch them inhale as
they quietly are dreaming
making soft baby noises of
what do they see?…bottles
of milk, my smiling face or
sunbeams that sunsets
will never let stray

“hush little baby don’t you
cry cause mama’s gonna sing
you a lullaby”…Shhhhhhhh
i shall tell of beauteous things
to soothe you when i sing

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

 

The Color of Envy

green envy

smoldering green with envy
she did not know of
having plenty but dreamed
of store bought pretty clothes

not handmade ones of fabric
that she chose to
craft on the Singer
as she had learned to sew

taught by her mother who
was taught by her own
using bolts of cotton with
colored threads adorned

she did not know then
of the loved passed down
in every neat seam
or how it made her unique

she only dreamed of being
the same as the girls who
like candles burned brightly
but smoldered green with envy

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/its-not-easy-being-green/

 

Lone Chickadee

Lonely Chickadee

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seeing
budding tree tops
with promises of life
a lone chickadee heralds songs
singing

 

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

I don’t normally do form poetry but was a bit taken in by Tony’s prompt and explanation so thought I’d give it a try.  My take on a Cinquain.

 

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/cinquain/

Forgotten Dreams

forgotten dreams

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let my mind run with
imagination down the
page of forgotten dreams

always in anticipation
of dredging up whimsy
in stars that are gazing

down at me wondering
at the human condition
forever pondering if

we really pursued in
selfless abandonment
dreaming of futures

for those that have less
whose hearts never ask
to have not the aching

that their minds might
run with imagination down
a page of forgotten dreams

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/online-poetry/

My Need To Fly

Phoenix

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I have written this for dVerse a bit late and realize it won’t be posted there now as the link has expired but I was taken by Gretchen’s idea of music and wanted to put this out there in any case.   Please listen to this song that has given me such pleasure to listen to and I hope you will see how it impacted my writing here. Thank You!
http://www.metrolyrics.com/who-i-was-born-to-be-video-susan-boyle.html

do you live in the shadows
as i have done so wanting
to please who would
guide but from

a distance above as
you walk a tightrope
i did many years for
i always hoped

acceptance would come
in palpable ways to
amaze me and show me
my path was not grey

ambivalence filled with
the need to sleep when a
well meant prayer struck
fear ‘my soul to keep’

where the days took me
on a journey of my
own making and never
would i be forsaking

my need to fly to the
heavens above to create
all that my heart dreamed
of for it is sad it came

when she left this earth
to finally release me to
soar unburdened as i
move ever forward

my muse now nurtures
the wordsmith that was
once all but broken
the letters form words

that spill forth in
treasure to give my soul
long-awaited pleasure
conjuring melodies

seldom heard a display of
fireworks in rainbow
colors i walk my path in
awe and it has occurred

that life is still here and
i have not missed it as
i dance with it now as
i live in the moment

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/interact/

The Color of Taffy

taffy colored

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she sees her lying in a
field of wildflowers
adrift in sweet williams,
asters and pinks
cradled in queen anne’s lace

her hair once the color
of taffy now streaked
gold by the sun
her freckles blending
into honey on her face

she closes her eyes to
drift along with her
feeling the breeze a
silk scarf unfurled
ever so soft as satin

until she hears as
from a distance far
a soft whistle blowing
faintly she nearly feels
an approaching train

but as she opens her
eyes the girl with the
taffy colored hair and
honeyed skin slips
away leaving her

in a small cold room
the whistle from the
tea kettle blowing
louder…steam rising
in the still dank air

she is brought ’round
her eyes glance about at
paint cracked walls to
a chipped tile counter
a clock chiming the hour

as she blinks back hot
salty tears to pull her
ragged sweater about her
she touches a dirty vase
holding a bit of wildflowers

© February 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

Sirens

sirens

hair black obsidian
like crow’s feathers
nesting about her head

she waits looking out
at waves crestfallen
anatomy grey perilously

close and remembers
the day he left to
go fishing for sirens

© February 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at http://dversepoets.com/artistic-description/