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February 8, 2012February 8, 2012

Quote by Charles Dickens

I was reminded that today is Charles Dicken’s 200th birthday so thought to post one of his quotes. This is one of my favorite authors.

“An idea, like a ghost … must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.”

Charles Dickens 1812 – 1870.

February 8, 2012

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

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

February 7, 2012February 7, 2012

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 3, 2012

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 2, 2012

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.