Walking the streets with shuffling
footsteps carrying all she owns
not mindful of people staring
not caring that life stole
family, a life, a home
Sitting on a bench back bending
eyes closed in the noon day sun
faceless among passersby
resembling a live statue
created by all and none
Sleeping by the wall of a bus stop
disappearing in layers of clothes
all that she has in the world
now she is nameless alone
living a life not chosen
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Musical Notes
Lyrical
Phoenix Arising
Angel Wings
Guardian
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Pedaling through the years on bikes
with big wheels, little, wheels,
one, two and three wheels, with
large spokes, small spokes and
spokes all in between a
balancing act to be daring
Pedaling through the years on bikes
attempting to mount the tall ones
riding tandem with someone behind
you, maybe more than one to
give you balance or make
more work for you driving
Pedaling through the years on bikes
in dresses, suits, now pants and
shorts that stretch to suit you, a
helmet much later protecting
your head, breaks on the bars
in order to help stop you
Pedaling through the years on bikes
sitting upright enjoying the ride
now means bending forward for
aerodynamics going faster or
reclining close to the street to
exercise your point of view
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Pleasantries noted, hugs exchanged
with smiles given all around
tempting bright eyes telling me
all about experiences teenagers
have where all I can say is
“Too much information”
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Answers to questions queried a
thousand times ten infinitely
more difficult coming back in
emptiness dry as a corn husk
without the embodiment of
the kernels within
She just wanted the pain to be
wrapped in softness of a
satin robe pushing away the
unknown as in darkest night
moonless permeating her
skin, invading her mind
Always the same response came
whenever she faced them to
wait until the morning for rays
of light unveiling all hidden but
inside she knew that the
morning might never come
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Fresh smell of newly mown grass still
wet with recent rain leaving drops of
water glistening in the afternoon
with May flies hovering about not
yet the month of May, the deep
green of the grass offering up
renewal and something more
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
I have just finished and posted my first short story under the tab of Short Stories above. Please feel free to read and let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy.
Measured in moments, seconds,
minutes,hours,days,months,years,
held in the palm of a hand
worn on a wrist, seen on
walls in offices, homes
trusting it will continue
but what is there
without it…
Eternity
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Blue bird busily searching the freshly
overturned earth cocking his head
close to the ground listening
intent on the harvest,
relishing the conquest
immobile
Worm beneath the soft, dark, earth
hears the tiny footsteps above him,
tiny breaths in and out listening
waiting for the moment he
begins to slide, wriggle
hesitation
Blue bird has patience to listen, wait
while the worm cannot bear it
begins moving ever slowly
Blue bird makes his move a
perfect Spring day for
fishing!
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Books bound by leather tooled, marked, aged by
someone’s hands, many hands holding each
one with care, admiration, passion for
words written within each volume telling
stories, bringing to life other lives of
other people, other times
Pages edged with yellow, brittle with time, heat a
winter’s day indoors warmed by a fire a
summer’s day outdoors laying on a blanket
always stretching but never leaving the words
that beckon, calling, teasing you into one
more sentence to embrace you
Books bound by leather tooled, marked, aged the
pages edged with yellow, brittle with time like
an old friend doling out love in descriptive
words, images brilliant to behold, tantalizing
fiction, mysteries to unfold, history in epic
proportions more than a home
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
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