This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Please see more at
Art done with mixed media and digital assist.

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Please see more at
Art done with mixed media and digital assist.

I never knew her name and remembrance
of her face has faded from memory
but her kindness still remains steadfast
within the warmth of my beating heart
where upon I still see the upright grand
dusty and in need of repair standing
proudly in the living room of a house
I only encroached drawn by its’ beauty
for she saw I was smitten by its’ presence
and invited me to play for even though
not a lesson had I the music seemed to
pass without pause to my finger tips
as I came to knock each day upon the door
to see the beauty of her smile and knew
that she no longer played but entreated
me to sit once more at the upright grand
© August 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/23/mrs-g-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Please visit her site and read more. The photo below was taken from Morgue File & digitally altered by myself.

Swimming against currents
Nature’s beauty
Strong in determination
© July 2017 Renee Espriu

This photo is one I took in CA and digitally altered.
Is this the Winter of her discontent as with
Shakespeare the world around might seem one
that is indifferent to her sadness that age
has besieged her but no it is not so harsh
as the icy cold winds and snow harboring
a breath that will not seek to warm her skin
for it has become like the Season of Summer
where the warming rays of the sun stretches wide
to cover the new growth from Spring that offers
new bright green leaves that will be transformed
into variations of darker greens providing shade
to all of nature’s life beneath boughs of trees
who watch as life is born from tiny tadpoles
becoming frogs to the larvae of dragonflies to
a multitude of birds peering from the safety of eggs
to all beginning a journey of grand proportions
where Fall will see a quiet settling in to harvest
and rest amidst the beauty of all that has become
for stepping into the Winter of her life she now sees
her discontent not as a sadness but as one of observing
all that has come before, all that has become who she is
for it is another beginning and one of transformations
that will show her all the brilliance of her colors
enabling doors to naught hidden as opening to reveal
© June 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dedes’s Wednesday writing prompt. Please read more of the other poets’ replies at https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/31/in-time-displaced-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File and digitized by myself.

On a day where time stands still she sees
each quintessential increment of time
like the sun hitting tiny seed pods that
have fallen on the street glistening as
tiny bits of gold sparkling as jewels
that offset the black asphalt street
turning the harsh landscape of tar into
that of a black silken cape waiting
to be garnered by nature’s queen as
she strolls the avenue bending only
momentarily to gaze lovingly at all that
she has made from the beauty of flowers
orange as the poppy to that of the shrubs
close to the ground shading tiny insects
to the majesty of towering evergreens
she becomes entwined in the moment and
she is ensconced and feels content
© May 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/24/the-sun-is-in-love-with-me-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Please do visit to read other poets’ response. The photo below is my own.

The birds tremble in the cold morning air
wings flutter beneath the leafy boughs
the air is shot through with bird song
like tiny meteorites dancing in the sky
reminding me that the warmth of Spring
beckons in tiny increments of beauty
as the small pink flowers of succulents
peek out smiling with miniature faces
the tiniest flowers of heather in bloom
for weeks despite the daunting cold
for each morning the bird song’s chorus
awakens me and gives my spirit wings
© February 2017 Renee Espriu
Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Digitized by Myself

Her omnipresence is felt in the universe
transcending solar systems unknown
past the galaxy of the milky way
glittering within the aurora borealis
she embraces her duality always complex
orchestrating the life cycle
of a caterpillar from cocoon to butterfly
exquisite of design and beauty
she extends her arms as tree branches
taller than redwoods wider than mighty oaks
contained in the tiniest clover flowers
fragrant as fields of wild roses
she gives birth to both male and female
always with her heart and strength
loving with tender passionate acceptance
the uniqueness of all creation
she laughs in playful abandonment
as dolphins and otters of rivers and oceans
dispersed like a whale song balm
so tempers the opium of fear and hate
she is intertwined in fabrics’ existence
stronger than silk of worm or web of spider
will not be broken or manipulated falsely
without her there would be no life
© February 2017 Renee Espriu
Written for Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/02/15/eve-wild-in-the-night-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt and Image taken from Morgue File and digizted by myself.

Uncover the striated complexity
Of the ethnically diverse
Like compressed layers
Of sediment
Accumulated by every person
Over the vast expanse
Of time carrying
Us forward
Where there is no playing field
But only discovering
Dovetailed links
One beginning
Do not espouse your perfection
But embrace all hearts
Open all doors
To differences
Skin colors bright as rainbows
Lifestyle only as life
All disabilities
Works of art
To those who hold disease
As angels upholding us
Giving us strength
To carry on
Strength is only in creation
Of those understanding
acceptance as grace
with eyes open
do not eschew sameness of all
but uniqueness of design
remembering beauty
of complex diversity
these are the coalesced wonders
bringing all life together
increments of being
pinpoints of light
© January 2017 Renee Espriu
This was first published in Jamie Dedes’ Bezine in the January Issue. I am now posting it here. In order to read more of this issue please visit at https://thebezine.com.
This Image Was Taken From The Morgue File & Digitized by Myself.

I use to pray when asking or wanting
was all I thought there was
when I used the energy of my being
as if kinetic magnetic waves
to bring me absolute truth
when now with years of searching
I find that closing my eyes
to breathe quietly within
the mist begins to clear as
though sun rays warm my spirit
the dew drops melt on blades of grass
to find me walking a deserted shore
where the ocean winds touch my hair
and the watery brine is lifted thus
to coat my skin with salty jewels
where words are not labels or script
but the beauty of butterflies laced
with birdsong and seeded with pearls
that transcend time and space
filling my soul with balm and peace
© November 2016 Renee Espriu
This has been posted on Jamie Dedes’s site for the Wednesday Prompt. If you would like to join in please visit her at https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/11/02/breathless-between-language-myth-a-poem-and-therein-is-your-wednesday-writing-prompt
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

racing into future
Bugatti fast
timeless beauty
This is for 30doh hosted by Rick Daddario. See his site http://rickdaddario.com/blog/ for more information if you are interested to join in.