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July 10, 2011July 10, 2011

Sleeping Giants

Ancient forests
covering lost worlds
civilizations covered
in green mossy
carpets surrounding
sleeping giants
awaiting visitors

July 9, 2011

Music Golden

Music golden to send aloft
jeweled only to the listener
held upon a feather soft a
spirit lifted of the bearer

July 5, 2011July 7, 2011

Glistening tendrils of curly hair twisting as tender grape vines framing her face as sleep overcomes pulling at eyes and lashes bringing dreams beneath the moon a silver sliver of light spilling across a smiling face taking her running across sun drenched fields of wild flowers where serenity is never an illusion but life’s continuing answer to Spirit’s dancing
music a soul’s peaceful step’s journeying

Spirit Dancer: Native American Indians perform ceremonial dances (originally during the Winter months) to personify their respective guardian Spirits and participants dress in costumes that represent those Spirits, for example a Bear, Wolf, or Eagle and others.

July 2, 2011July 2, 2011

Small Paws

Fireflies in a night sky
beheld by two sparkling eyes
Butterflies drift on the air
small paws to capture there
tall grass to seek its’ prey
all within the light of day
cardboard boxes to hide in
now a lion’s lair and den

Dedicated to curious cats everywhere including my own.

June 28, 2011June 28, 2011

Beauty

                                She only saw blue veins worming through
                                liver spotted hands, joints knarled as
                                aged tree branches turning this way,
                                that way, unable to grasp unless with
                                pain that penetrated deep into sadness

                                We saw a heart overflowing with love,
                                heard laughter pealing like sacred bells
                                high in a church tower and knew a young
                                woman walked alongside her straight and
                                tall apart from her bent leg and cane

                               She thought if only time would slow and
                               beauty isn’t only skin deep because I
                               feel the years all the way through and I
                               really commiserate with the Ugly Duckling
                               longing to be that beautiful Swan

                               We thought how beautiful she is especially
                               when she smiles making us warm inside amid
                               gloomy days always sunny causing us to think
                               how wonderful to age with such grace and to
                               cause others to feel as beautiful as she

© June 2011 Renee Espriu

In memory of my grandmother, who no matter what, was young always.

June 26, 2011June 27, 2011

Whispers

Life beckons perpetrating innocence
unaware of unknown substances
coursing through veins imitating
blood in the guise of ink, of lead,
breathing life into that emptiness
now flowing as meaningful a a
river swift, unrelenting as the
heart pounding in her chest,
giving rise to words of beauty,
some profound, all with passion as
poured out onto paper with artistry
becoming life and all
else is but whispers in
the wind

June 25, 2011June 26, 2011

Bittersweet

photo courtesy of http://www.beautifulfreepictures.com

Penultimate visions of time
swirling as particles of
sand through an hourglass
capturing but unable to
hold youth’s victory over
age as the pendulum swings
keeping years in motion
forever capturing the sweet
smell of a rose’s passion a
memories bittersweet gift
while the petals wither to
vanish and die forgotten

June 23, 2011June 26, 2011

Until I’m Gone

Doorway framed
observing,
wondering about a
lifetime of
patterns
his snoring, her
gentle breathing
shaped like
spoons facing
each other
lying unmoving,
imagining if in
dreaming each
one tells the
other the one
feeling left
unsaid, to please
hold me until
I’m gone