The darkness of Fall nights without light is
like endeavoring to look through
the blackest wing of the raven
who neither hesitates nor
languishes in his pursuit
to be resplendently dressed
in his dark cloak
© November 2018 Renee Espriu
A murder of crows
flocking in fog
atop a chestnut tree
© October 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
The fog moving with stealth
settles in for the night
heavy & without substance
coveting each nuance of sound
even the leaves drifting
to settle upon the ground
are silent familiars
this chilling miasma still here
as morning arrives within
its’ bitter embrace
a mask covering snaking streets
alley ways and buildings
where even lamp lights
shine bleakly
dampened
a spider abandoning its’ post
leaves dew drops glistening
as jewels upon its’ web
© October 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
When I first made your acquaintance
my hand wrapped ’round you
and found warmth & light
even though a tiny fragment of cedar
I minded not the lustrous feel of
your soft black carbon
within
as I grasped you time & time again
my muse trembled in anticipation
as she watched gradations of lines
forming
creating magic with loops curving
in every direction
to give life to every breath I
inhaled & exhaled
giving substance to the wind
to the very universe of which
the rotating earth is
contained
with each flourish & curve
you became as putty in my hand
as burning fuel for my muse
whereupon the light of day
merged with the dark of night
transforming sunrises
sunsets
igniting the embers in my soul
within my heart
into a flame
I have kept you close since
that crucial moment
the dawning of
a single
letter
© October 2018 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
Life beside a warp of cement
tucked into rain soaked ground
whilst seeing grass close enough
to touch thru an open window
is not for the faint of heart
nor a feint move made in earnest
to deceive or hide
for I miss second story windows
open to light and breeze
a view of a well traversed bridge
seen as a ribbon slightly
in the distance
with wavy colors of green slicing
thru deepest aegean blue
waters as beneath they flow
as wind tunnel force winds
creating frothy waves
upon its’ surface
create lapping at
sandy rocky shores
I imagine myself there
in the sun
© October 2018 Renee Espriu
My Own Photo Taken and Created as Art
So many introductions
to the season of Fall
from the splashy
vibrantly hued colors
of oranges, golds
yellows and reds
to burnt textures of
browns and bronze
as foliage processes death
into sleeping droughts
of winter nights
where each day temperatures
fade to cool breezes
sending all matter of life
scurrying
fluttering
down
atop objects stationary or
those moving
steadily onward
while the noise and chatter
of nature’s interlude
finds the quest
for food
in the eyes of the ever busy
squirrel who squirrels away
any nuts he can
to the ever noisy, never
complacent jay
I catch a glimpse of
high in the branches
of acorn tree boughs
apparently abundantly full
whilst he screeches
at the energetic
squirrel
always mindful these acorns
belong to him
the bountiful trees
his domain
trespassing bandits
will receive
a long and wrathful
scolding
such elocution this jay
but the squirrel
will not
be deterred
© October 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Created as Art
words that tumbled ’round
her head as a child
still do
making mischief like tiny sprites
trading a wooded glade
to tease her hence
a whirlwind of cacophony
flickering, not staying still
try as she might
to pin them down
like dust these letters sneak
into every tight corner
of every room
only the rooms are within
her head with dull eyes
the corners misshapen
dark and foreboding
each letter playing tag
‘you’re it!’
as she feels a tingling
a light touch
as they frantically
try to meld again
and again
to ignite a spark
bursting brightly
into poetic imagery
brilliant
but as her head pivots
she only glimpses
she is not keen enough
as swiftly
they
disappear
© September 2018 Renee Espriu
Some Image Taken From Public Domain To Create As Art
Spun words as a weaver spinning threads
upon her loom hoping that colors
will strike the brilliant chord
such as the composer who like magic
pulls each note threaded in the air
above him espouses
to encapsulate emotions
within the composition
whereupon they will be released
by those who listen
in tears of sorrow
tears of joy
or anger fleeting
as a doused
flame
with only the bliss
of knowing it was I
who lit the flame
that dances across
the reader’s face
as they imbue
their senses
with the words
of a poem
is all I envisage
© September 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created as Art
A mother is what she needed
not a friend that played
jacks, marbles and jump rope
where she was left
to her own devices of
making mischief
with her brother
or watching a locomotive
barrel down steel tracks
to crush a penny
newly set
upon them
but her mother an only child
longed for siblings
for playmates
to fill
a yearning
so even as she needed
wanted a mother
oranges and apples
would not mix
yet her mother turned flour sacks
into underclothes and slips
for her sewn dresses
to lie upon
her mother cooked food
laden with the aromas
of love
pies trimmed in the lace
of gold brown crust
even when money
was a
luxury
she would surmise in life
that mothers do the best
with what life
gives them
© September 2018 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Created As Art
If each star is a point of reference
three triangular shapes
with each point lingering
a distance unknown
Where my soul rests before
each journey sought
Then nature is my paramour
from snow glacial
mountain peaks
The highest peaks
touched gently
by wispy
cloud fingers
Whose icy interludes
might be reminiscent
of tiny sugar crystals
sweet upon the tongue
Whose unexpected avalanche
transports me unaware
to the mossy green bed
in a distant
forest glen
Whereupon, I will in secret see
a thunderous waterfall
of rainbow colored hues
brilliantly lit
by sun rays
The mist of the water
touches my skin
a sheen of droplets
translucent
Smitten I become
as the sound of bird song
and the fragrance
of meadow flowers
drift to me
upon
the
wind
© August 2018 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art
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