Faded Color & Brilliance

The horizon is a dismal gray
air polluted with the finest
of ashy particles
blown by the wind
many thousands of miles
from fires on the coast
announcing the arrival
of fire season

momentarily I make a note
as I sit in a friend’s garden
with paints & brushes
ready to create color

my eye is drawn to weathered
metal sculptures that eventually
might appear to fade
into such a sky as now

but when my canvas is complete
it will portray a creature
that can blend & disappear
if it chooses to engage
in such transformative
ventures

but within my brush strokes
I color him brilliant
erasing years of rust
& faded paint

he makes me smile inside & out
so I temporarily forget
the horizon before me
for the air will again clear
& I will move forward
once more

© September 2020 Renee Espriu

The Art Below Is My Own

***Dance of Fall***

The leaves pirouette
slowly dancing
their way to earth
as they are
caught up one
atop the other
in rainwater puddles
once devoid of color
now laughing as
golds, reds,
yellows, oranges
make of them
a floating canvas
of nature’s art

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

natures-canvas

© October 2016
Renee Espriu

Painting Fall

Fall Fairy
Google Image

flocks of geese fly by
in V formation
silhouetted against
the evening sky

a lone heron heedless
of their departure
clouds so close
you can almost hear
their wings brush them

as leaves on trees
and shrubs begin to
show a sprinkling
first of color then
gradually spreading
to cover

as though artists
hidden in the guise
of fairies
have used them as
their canvas
to paint the
coming of Fall

© August 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

New York Hamlet

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Google Image/Grandma Moses in Eagle Bridge, NY

i am traveling the byways of
new york reaching deep
into antique shops and
2nd hand stores looking for
nothing in particular and

there by the side of the road
in a small new york hamlet
i see  posted neatly out front
a sign “Homemade Preserves”
so i stop and park as i am

intrigued and so i walk
to the front door of a
well-appointed house knocking
so as not to disturb and
who should answer but you

i’ve read about your rising
fame and as newspapers tell it
you are ‘never too old’ to
try something new and you
certainly did as you’ve shown

i feel at ease as you smile
at me inviting me in for
biscuits and jam with tea
your eyes twinkling so as
though we’ve met before

and i so want to know why
you never painted before
when you were young..not
that eighty something is
not…and so you answer

without falter that there
never was time with children
to raise and a farm to run
and happiness comes from
where it comes and i see

now that your life’s been full
so when i leave, on that
my traveling day and see
images of all the surroundings,
it is like i’ve seen it all

before on the canvasses where
you captured them in the
snow and sun, the church and
the town, the farms where
people live and i see then

that it really is ‘never
too late’ to do something new
when there is time and yes,
‘happiness comes where it comes’
in the byways of a NY hamlet

© March 2013
Renee Espriu

Please do go to Wikipedia to read more about this famous artist American Artist whose folk art style of painting became known and loved around the world. She began painting when she was in her seventies. You can find the link at http://wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandma_Moses/

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Canvas Surreal

Dreams a window to the past
youth takes fancy to enfold the wise
wherein yesteryear is held hand fast
such as life in amber encased lies

People passing who feel and touch
across the miles time stands still
dimensional moment hourglass such
compared to a Dali canvas surreal

Reach out and speak a name suspended
seasons nought where nature’s free
physical being is supple and mended
reality exiled from the mind scape see

© December 2011 Renee Espriu

Silvery Threads

Artistry tattooed beneath my
skin creating a world unknown
unseen is a life portrayed in
dimensional sleds pulling my
alter ego of silvery threads
my skin a canvas of shadows
forming pieces of me creating
illusions of the deepest depths
swirling seas transforming

© September 2011 Renee Espriu

Who is a person, really, beneath the surface? Do we simply look at the outside or intuit the beauty of the inside.  A person is layers upon layers and to really be able to know someone look beyond and beneath the outside.  There is much to the saying, “Do not judge a book by its’ cover.”