Tag: Beginnings

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The Earth Spinning Blue

The world is filled with anxiety, stress
& anxious people walking a tightrope of life
the earth spinning blue in a universe of black
turning endlessly in timeless beginnings
with barren landscapes screaming dry with thirst
deforestation stripping away the green of trees
within the reality of nature’s bitter tears

walking with careless abandon toward free falling
drifting slowly as Alice did down the rabbit hole
turning, slowly spinning while the earth spins
aimlessly, screaming at the unknown fast forward
on the tightrope of life a kaleidoscope of color

holding out hope for humanity looking for quiet
for the calm before each storm black and dark
as Dorothy is caught in a twister in a dream
hurling past the real and unreal in imagination
will a net be there to break their falling

as anxious people continue walking a tightrope
the earth spinning blue in a universe of black
turning endlessly in timeless beginnings
a universe unable to reveal any answers
even though answers may never come

© Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Photos Digitized as Art

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BEGINNINGS IN FOOTSTEPS

Beginnings sounding of arid days with days too many
of sweltering sun, searching for shade, waiting for night
and the coolness setting in softly touching skin in relief

where stepping lightly on asphalt cushioned the burn
until calloused feet screamed less wanting ever only
to walk the sands of beaches and to soak in a saltwater
ocean and close eyes to the brilliance and drift away

to step in life’s millions and millions of footprints
each made with tenuous and anxious anticipation
hands always reaching out trying to touch the future
new beginnings are filled with Nature’s pine and fir

each day more precious than the day before the one
woke up to where quiet is profound in whisperings
and the boughs of trees tremble as the wind touches
each leaf to the tiniest pine needle shouting a presence

that only ever rivals the ocean waves distantly breaking
upon the ocean shores you once trod in the beginning
but never truly the beginning of where those footprints
would lead to another place and new shores not distant

where dreaming in another star filled night only shines
a light on memories old and new that are your life
woven together upon land and sea beginnings

© Reneé Espriu

Photo is My Own Digitized As Art

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Glittering Spider Webs

The mornings now are chilled and brisk
dew heavy on lawns and gardens
droplets of water glittering, sparkling
upon spider webs left until the sun
rises upon the horizon and the web
once more catches insects in it’s net

but more note worthy is what will ensue
as the days grow shorter and nightfall
longer announcing a change in Seasons
an introduction to the vibrancy of color

as foliage begins to die but not fade
in each sepia, amber, russet and scarlet
leaf that clings to it’s beginnings
before letting go to settle into sleep
anticipating Spring to begin once again

© September 2021 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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Where Words Cannot Follow

There is trepidation in every choice in love
where words cannot follow your heart’s desire
during the heat of day that melts into night
where the songs of night birds penetrate

your dreams in the guise of that which inspires
you to reach greater heights on plateaus above
that keeps you falling into the darkest depths
in deepest canyons where you will climb to the light

for your search is never ending, always beginning
in the brisk clean air of a morning’s chase
of fleeting images now entwined in your memory
of rapids in a swiftly running pristine river
the smell of wood smoke upon your waking

to all the possibilities that perch upon words
that carry the emotions that dissipate quickly
as though clinging to the morning’s mist
evaporating with the heat the sun delivers
only the fragrant air of the trees remain

© June 2021 Renee Espriu

A Friend’s Photo Created As Art

 

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Nature’s Deluge Radiant

A storm shattered the quiet of the night
the calm still air broken by gusts of wind
bringing a deluge of rain in beating
against the house to run in sheets
down the window panes

but the morning breaks and with it
sun shining,, patches of blue sky
the remains of puffy white clouds

the storm merely a harbinger
of good things to come
bringing change in its’ wake

for change is the herald, the messenger
of hope and of promise radiant
in showing that in each new day
there will always lie the beginnings
of new things

as rays of sun light the paths well tread
there will be another cross roads
down which a new path will be taken
and life will move forward
once again

© April 2020 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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The Truth of Hindsight

Hindsight is always better it is said
always invoking in me the transgressions
in my past of the egregious kind

conceived into an ethnically diverse family
curious of the differences, yet both drawn
and repelled like a moth to a flame

one of only a handful of such families
in an all-white neighborhood
though I did not distinguish it
then

my reddish skinned father and white mother
craving more but for unspoken reasons
spoken in private understanding

she from impoverished beginnings
he in accepting only European roots

agreeing upon only one thing in union
the dictates of societal norms for me
a child of the female persuasion

that marriage is best accepted sooner
than later & children are part of the
sanctioned outcome

but mind you if such an arrangement
is not a path upon which you wish to tread
then only professions of nursing
and teaching will suffice

for creativity in writing or artistic endeavor
will never sustain you in living
and you would know this
in hindsight

now in hindsight I only understand that
not everything that comes before
is better than that which
comes later

in hindsight I wish I had known that
choosing the passion of your heart
over being accepted
is what my path
Should
Have
Been

© Renee Espriu May 2019

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Passion