Invisible

Sitting still cloaked in a
dewy mist covering her
body as a safety net of
tiny droplets settling on
each tiny hair, on the
lashes of her eyes

Listening intently trying to
hear sounds…of what, of
anything beyond her
soft breathing captured,
held within the mist, let
go in heart beats

Timeless memories to
tinder igniting emblazoned
parodies of countless
choices left as discarded
remnants scattered beyond
hands clasped tightly

Sitting still the mist begins
dissipating, embarking to
distant places, unknown
others, abandoning her
efforts to become invisible
within its’ embrace

© June 2011 Renee Espriu

This is an older post but thought to put it here for dVerse.

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

The Poet Will Remain

Dominions bereft of peace to
fill humanities’ soul whilst
hunger takes children’s lives
the next generation nill

Amidst all this the
Poet will remain

Tidal waves of destruction on
precipice the storms awaiting
advent taking all nature’s
beasts of earth, sky living

Amidst all this the
Poet will remain

© May 2011 Renee Espriu

City Night Sounds

Image Taken From www.discoverwildlife.com

Above the sound of traffic, drifting
over the brick walled enclosure by
Target parking, erupts the night
cries of the Peacock echoing a
call to all the others roosted in
tall trees silhouetting against the
dark night sky in the ‘burbs

Somewhere among asphalt and
concrete, city lights lining streets
with houses keeping families is
heard the melodies of peepers in
ponds safely hidden as crickets are
the string section of a band
beneath Mariachi music

© May 2011 Renee Espriu

Pier Back In Time

Photo by www.city-data.com

Walking on the pier Time Warp enclosed with
large grooves carved into wooden planks a
reminder of nature’s wind holding salt sea
that polishes bits of broken glass into
smooth, small treasures waiting to be found

Amusement park rides standing idle like
remants of giants waiting for their fares that
never come, a ferris wheel, bumper cars in
back of gift shops with dusty shelves selling
funnel cakes, ice cream and cotton candy

Buildings unpainted, the aquarium beneath a
merry go ’round still running with the sounds
of the Wurlitzer playing, the horses like animal
mannigans going up and down with children and
older people alike all with smiles laughing

Fishermen stand idle and a black man makes
his puppet dance to the sounds of music
faintly heard on the wind coming from the boom
box while ladies in dresses promenade and
aging couples and youth walk by holding hands

 © May 2011 Renee Espriu