Inkwell Legacy

Reminiscent of a
time when inkwells
held secrets of
auspicious authors

when they dipped
their quills
inside and with
a flourish of
script containing

dots and crosses
left their legacy
to span time
connecting their
hearts and souls to
ours

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

Inkwell

An inkwell is a small jar or container, often made of glass, porcelain, silver, brass, or pewter, used for holding ink in a place convenient for the person who is writing. The artist or writer dips the brush, quill, or dip pen into the inkwell as needed or uses the inkwell as the source for filling the reservoir of a fountain pen

Promises Colored With Yellow

                

This post is for Yellow Mellow Monday, a site I have seen on Becca’s site that she connects to and I find I do as well.  Find them at http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com

 

Yellow roses remind          
me of another place
another time when
promises seemed to
only require the
saying of “I do

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

Travertine Images

Travertine images
carved with features
etched lovingly in
musical sweetness

guarded by a
treble clef                                           
a song melodious
as an Angel choir

the day dusk as
barely candle lit
the flame wavers
we all walk

the path of our
memories knowing
we are never
alone in our

twilight hours as
solace is found
in travertine
images

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

Flood Waters

Flood waters have
subsided
irrelevant of the
time and space
left between
as differentially

notations are jotted
down in betwixt
margins
in my mind
filtered down
amongst
darkened hallways

secreted away in
shadows hiding you
from me erudite
of those times
when bewildered by
your bravery

I would glance
skyward and finding
you there was
filled with wonder
you extend your arms
to me laughing
exposing a
reality

your revelation
 but my ephihany of
living fearless as
you enfold me
warmly melting
away all
sorrow

in invitation to
your treetop canopy
where the waters
have left you
I contemplate if

this is a dream…or
something
much more

© February 2012
Renee Espriu

I dreamt of my oldest daughter who has Lupus and is presently not doing very well, a surgery pending and perhaps another…we aren’t sure…and felt it had to be written down.

#26 Small Stone: Wondering

Thinking of you
wondering if there
is sunlight in
heaven to warm you
forever as you
lay sleeping

© January 2012
Renee Espriu

Last year my 18yr old cat Oliver went to ‘greener pastures’ as they say and this cat reminds me of him as he loved to lay on his back to sleep.

A Small Stone for WOHA at http://writingourwayhome.ning.com

Elusive Energy

Elusive energy like
misbegotten passion
illusive and fleeting
for only a moment
then it is gone

like a faceted stream
of sunlight showing
prisms radiant as
diamonds vanished
as sunlight fades

Elusive energy that
fans out before you
star dust moonbeams
only captured in
dreamless sleep

© January 2012
Renee Espriu

Satin Rainbow

We will make it                            
through as
navigators of days
dimly lit like
a heavy mist
ribboned fog
promising

light at the end of
a tunnel opening
wide telescoping
like the lens of
a camera
filled

dreams dipped in
a satin rainbow
tangible enough
to touch the
softness

sliding upon
skin of shoulders
warmed by sun of
a new day
dawning liquid
like fire that
never burns

quenching a thirst
with glacier waters
without ice
where our spirits
fly free above
all battles
fought

knowing victory is
but a gift a
knowledge of
the heart
life’s journey
only the
path

© January 2012
Renee Espriu

#23 Small Stone: Split Asunder

Trees split asunder by              
the weight of snow and
ice too great to bear
even the strongest of
giants is no match
for nature’s force

© January 2012
Renee Espriu

Small Stone for WOHA at

http://writingourwayhome.ning.com