Brilliant Crystals on Wrought Iron

The stark contrast of white
made of brilliant crystals
against the shiny black
of the wrought iron fence

brings to mind the striking
dichotomy of life’s journey

parallel to my very own
stretching out farther behind
with a shorter distance
forward

being finally alone within
my own skin, my own otherness

a life of contrasting colors
of realizing differences
of trying to fit into
a smaller space
of acceptance

yet in doing so, giving away
pieces of my ‘self’
until I am left wondering
what is left

as I now turn the page
of another chapter
to come facing the mirror
reflecting my own image

do I realize I am now alone
to accept my otherness
my differences

understanding the helix
of the genetics snake
is both the same path taken
of flesh and blood

but also parallel beside
others in my diverseness

is that which makes me unique
both repelling me from
yet pulling me to others

like that of the white crystals
of stark white snow snaking
around bushes, curving ’round
branches and clinging lightly
to the black wrought iron fence

there is a twisting and turning
only barely discernible inside
the double helix of
a strand of genetic DNA

telling me to be accepting
of my otherness even in needing
to be with others

© February 2019 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Stark Contrasts

***BLACK HONEY FARE***

A girl inhaling clean salty air
on the coastline of the Pacific
once harboring pristine beaches
held in awe in the early fifties

Cradled first in a mother’s arms
embraced in a warm blanket of sun
sand sticking to arms and legs
to tiny feet and pudgy hands raised

Eyes swallowing the ocean forever
encompassing a spotless horizon
just a sweet taste of waves and wind
‘til progress brazenly stepped in

Iron giant beast bereft of eyes
harnessed to flat steel platforms
began springing forth on Hwy 1
like parched wilted weeds in the sun

They anointed the soil like locusts
legs attached with heads in motion
digging deep in the earth drinking
oil thick like honey sickly menacing

Pollution crept in first unnoticed
air thick at times with heady fumes
sticky black tar littered beaches
Tin Can Beach amassed its leaches

Years were swept as incoming tides
realization of what man had made
eyes burned of air toxic to breathe
a process to clean, erect a sheath

Signs were posted of ‘Danger Beware’
bulldozers took away tin cans and trash
Bolsa Chica Beach left in its wake
all was done for humanities’ sake

A woman inhaling remnants of air
on the coastline of the Pacific
iron giants without eyes still stare
never sated on their black honey fare

© Renee Espriu 2016

Photo From http://www.image-archeology.com/california_oil_wells.htm

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I was fortunate enough to have this posted for 100TPC on Jamie Dede’s site The Bezine. The topic as you will read is Environmental Justice. Please visit her site and read other posts by writers who also contributed to this issue.
https://musingbymoonlight.com/2016/09/19/the-bezine-vol-2-issue-12-environmental-justice-intro-and-table-of-contents-with-links/

Like Magic

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characteristic of
none & yet
everything that is
…my muse

touches my soul
with introspective
desire like
casting spells
like magic

each word trickles
than flows like
ink drop pearls
to my pen

capturing the
essence of time
no longer
a floating tide of
black in an
inkwell

© May 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/tag/velleity/

Sirens

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hair black obsidian
like crow’s feathers
nesting about her head

she waits looking out
at waves crestfallen
anatomy grey perilously

close and remembers
the day he left to
go fishing for sirens

© February 2013
Renee Espriu

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at http://dversepoets.com/artistic-description/

Fluttering Black Taffeta

winter’s sky holds images
winged birds in
flight fluttering
black taffeta
dotting the
horizon

black birds blend in
grey skies
amidst giant
evergreen trees
branches waving

as leafy arms
in the wind but I
remain safe and warm
cloistered within
 home as sanctuary

waiting for warmer breezes
to return along with
voices of songbirds
heralding in
spring

© February 2012
Renee Espriu