“Spinning Threads in Poems”

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

Poems and Threads

***DO YOU HEAR THE ANGELS CRYING***

Even if a million tomorrows come and go
as sun shining brightly we still will know
of the anger fueled by hatred replacing
blood running in some men’s veins
do you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

When the sun rises in the morning sky
scorching dry the blood left running
that seeped into the nightclub floor
into the walls and into the doors
will you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

There doesn’t have to be more killing
chilling headlines repeated in the news
of children dead in classrooms who
could have lived to change some views
do you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

Each time a trigger is pulled on a gun
mothers & fathers cry out their anguish
as do others left alone to languish
brothers, sisters, sons and daughters
will you hear the angels crying
do you really , do you know

Whether it is in a darkly lit theater
or on a dimly lit nightclub dance floor
college campus or elementary school room
they all breathed last where we found them
do you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

© June 2016
Renee Espriu

Image is Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Crying Angel

How many people have to die in senseless wars, in mass killings before the human race decides to quell their fears founded in ignorance and make decisions based on being informed. There are those factions around the world who encourage fear and that fear is the fuel for hatred of things not understood. Each person should have the freedom to whatever religion they choose be it different from another. Each person, no matter the lifestyle lived or disability they may have, should be able to live without fear of those others whose fear comes from the hatred that has been fueled by some few, who themselves, fear what they do not understand.

I have many Gay friends who have enriched my life with their presence in it. This post is for them and for those in Florida who suffered the loss of sons, brothers, husbands or friends. They were all loved and cared about and will be missed as will all that were enjoying their company and also lost their lives, a mother, a sister, friends.

Let me clarify that this is not only about one group of people in our society, in societies around the world. This is about all people in all walks of life. I am a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, have had the opportunity in the past (some might never have) of attending college. My own children and their children have all attended public schools and some college. We all enjoy going to places in the public sector where people gather. Any of these people, both children and adults, could have been mine or yours.

This is also not about religious beliefs for the people of Islam do not believe nor condone violence. This is about one man’s anger and dislike for others and his fear of something he did not understand. It is unfortunate that the law still allows individuals to purchase automatic weapons, which are weapons of war, and until a law is passed that makes them illegal to obtain more of these situations will occur. Of course, there will always be those who will come by them illegally but at least it would make it more difficult for any one individual to act upon his/her anger.

I am a writer and have not been one to jump on any platform but this incident touched me to the core of my being as a human being. If nothing else, I have felt compelled to write something, which I hope will be of value to some.

Peas in a Pod

Peas in a Pod

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‘two peas in a pod’…have you
heard the expression
i would stand my ground
through every dimension

there was fury and anger
in every move she made
i felt it growing up
a fiery onslaught cascade

as year flew by faster
sending us forth and beyond
her health ever failed her
took me years to catch on

that holding onto bitterness
tasted like acid filled song
to forgive and let go
an aching that i longed for

within a prison i had made
nothing ever etched in stone
time gave clarity to us both
together close and not alone

i gave her all i could amend
calling her daily even when
her hours had waned and
angels called her to them

‘two peas in a pod’…have you
heard the expression
she visits in my dreams
through every dimension

© February 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-Art-of-letting-go/

My mother and I struggled to get along and even after I married and had a family we simply could not agree on many things. But after all was said and done, we were really so much alike in so much of who we were, that in her final years we became so close, it was difficult when she died. Five years later and I long for the phone to ring, or for me to dial her up and her hear voice.