Trisha will always pull me in with her wonderful Haikus and paintings. She is a gifted artist and this particular one got my attention as when I was visiting my family in California I was priviliged to be able to enter the world of butterflies in a Butterfly Pavillion. Hope you enjoy this post as much as I did.

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Distant Rumbling

Image by Illustrator John Howe

riding within the ‘so called’
safety of the car
grey clouds hanging in
thick air as though
calling

with the promise of
lightning strikes
sky electric
followed by the distant
rumbling of thunder
clapping

bird song has left the
air currents
relishing the safety of
leafy boughs or
twig filled nests

brings back to my mind
a girl standing in
awe in front of a
living room window
no fear

watching the light show
waiting for the far
away sound of someone
bowling?

could it be the friends of
Rip Van Winkle playing
nine-pins in the
Catskill Mountains…
maybe

her imagination carried
adrift with glory
lightning strikes on
a summer’s afternoon
a childhood story

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

We have been having some odd weather lately as has been most of the entire earth and thunder and lightning storms, some without rain, (prevalent and common where I grew up in California) now here in Washington. While out today the sky was brilliant and I thought of one of my favorite stories “Rip Van Winkle” written by author Washington Irving in 1819. As a child when I looked at the sky lit up by lightning my mind just knew it was the men Rip met in the Catskills playing nine-pins. I never feared but as a child that is so much a part of growing up.

Unaware

the world catapults us forward
whilst all along humanity
becomes cracked, parched
without even the slightest
moisture

but we settle in
unaware

continuing forward waking
sleeping and hidden
beneath customary plaintives
only crying momentarily
beseeching

this is not reality
unaware

of future moments unraveling
tangling our dreamscape
lives within its’ measure
our creation of thus
by our choices

again we settle in
unaware

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

Yesteryears Gone

wind full of sea salt surrounding
us walking the boardwalk
wooden planks reminiscent of
yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

footsteps lightly falling next
to us, fashions changing
from one piece bathing
suits to ones…barely

while ocean sands remain holding
sunbathers catching rays or
covered beneath large
umbrellas while

children now as then create
sand castles and some
belly surf while others
ride surfboards not
heard of then

we walk on amidst the chatter
of others the breeze
bringing to our ears a
cacophony of thunderous
ocean waves and
laughter

all this caught in a panoramic
moment in time the hourglass
sands swift bringing
from yesteryears gone by
but are they really
gone

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

Mellow Yellow Monday

Here in Washington on the 4th of July the Blue Angels perform over Lake Washington. I’ve not been to the actual performance but have had the pleasure of seeing them practice their routine when they fly overhead. This photo is one of many you can find on the internet. Happy 4th to all who celebrate and for those of you who don’t have a Wonderful Day!

 

Portrait of Grandchildren

I have finally managed to capture a photo of the portrait I finished of my youngest daughter’s children to show you here. I am not very savvy about taking photos or how to enter them onto the computer so thank heaven for email. The proportions are off and there is the light from the flash on the first one but hope you get the idea. My daughter took the photo after the portrait was framed. I do undertake art apart from my site.

© Renee Espriu

Whispering Softly

the wind whispers through                   "Whispering Softly"
branches of trees
innuendoes of endless seas

whispering softly
murmuring low
secrets unknown

perhaps there resides implicit
knowledge of us there
bewildered if we really care

whispering softly
murmuring low
secrets unknown                                              “Whispering Softly”

pantomine gestures leafy boughs
quietly holding birds at rest
hatchlings held within a nest

whispering soflty
murmuring low
secrets unknown

the wind whispers through
branches of trees
listening forever endlessly

© July 2012 Renee Espriu

Memorie’s Ghost Child

children playing tag ball                               
‘now you’re it!’
you can’t see me playing
at their heals a bit

memories’ ghost child
behind the tree
child playing tag counting
doesn’t notice me

she floats along gray shadows
today’s yesteryear
bare feet and laughter
mimic in their ears

they hose each other down
a hot summer’s day
while she plays alongside
age has no sway

after they’ve gone inside
she plays on
forever free of life’s cares
a ghost child’s song

© June 2012 Renee Espriu