Gossamer wings
heralding
exuberant flight
upon twilight
beckons
moonlit paths
awakening soulful
responses
casting illusive
surrender creating
freedom
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
Strands of hair as silver threads
shining dimly in the light as
hazel eyes peruse photographs of
children, grandchildren, those
great-grandchildren looking
back with smiles frozen, another
time, other places in the past
Mi padre recuerdos en la luz del dia
Strands of hair as silver threads
shining soft as silk on ears of
corn her eyes treasured memories
held in photographs, giving back
years stolen in hands frail aged
with spots, he sees framed the
importance, a families life shared
Mi padre recuerdos en la luz del dia
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
Weaving a tapestry, words
hidden dimly as in various
hued amber pieces softly lit
traversing night scenes a
spector to all and to none
entering realms destined,
forbidden in the light
Laced within patterns of
meaning softly woven as a
cocoon holding a brilliant
treasure illuminated colors
phantasmagorical prisms as
sun shining splendid to
those whose eyes embrace
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
                                              Matters not how the package
                                              arrived or how it was planted,
                                              amongst ramshackled cardboard
                                              walls or on linen sheets of a
                                              mansion, hope is within us
                                              Product of poverty, strife the
                                              result of rape and revulsion,
                                              bred of wealth and luxury but
                                              laced with perjury, existence
                                              loveless, hope is within us
                                             Matters not how the package
                                             arrived or how it was planted
                                             for leaders of others or those
                                             who build dreams from abundance
                                             all because hope is within us
                                             © June 2011 Renee Espriu
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                                         Inspecting each tiny flower
                                         Columbine, Dandelions,
                                         Sweet William, Gladiolas
                                         clasping delicate stems
                                         sniffing the fragrance,
                                         eyes closed, concentration
                                         everything, wise at three
                                        © June 2011 Renee Espriu
This bit of prose is due to the inspiration of my grandson, Kade, who at three is at times much wiser than his grandmother. I love you, Kade.Â
I took my cue from Trisha and I commend you as using Microsoft Paint is quite an undertaking! Couldn’t find a picture I liked so hopefully this one isn’t too bad. I’m use to my own tools as an artist so the computer is a little different, to say the least. Thank You, Trisha!
Viewing a waterfront arising
from the peak of a road
descending slowly, showing
hundreds of flags as a
surrender but not to war or
cataclysmic events but only
holding to the brilliance of
sun shining on rippling
movement of water holding
afloat sailing vessels
large, small coming to gather
paying homage to nature’s
god of the universe
© June 2011 Renee Espriu