Snow Abates & Winter Remains

The snow is nearly gone now in the aftermath
of the effects of storms in a culmination
of microscopic snow flakes each unique
in their beauty as Nature’s creation
that left a deep blanket of white

leaving once white snow dirty, colored gray
after cleaning the air we breathe, soaking
up dirt particles from the landscape
of houses, cars, fences

even farm animals tidied up in the washing
but the air smells cleaner in the sharply
intense cold that remains a brisk reminder
Winter has not quite gone through an open door
leaving an entrance for Spring’s arrival

© February 2021 Renee Espriu

The Photo Below Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

The Conch Shell

To be cleansed by the salty brine
of the ocean’s ever incoming surf
is like being one with the conch

being held on the empty sandy shore
waiting for the waves gently lapping
its’ beauteous shell

to feel cleansed, to be whole
you can be still within the pain
the suffering you hold

be embraced as the conch is washed
clean and listen to the ocean
within your heart

© December 2019 Renee Espriu

This Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

***THE MUSE & ORDER***

She learned from youth on
to mind the dust and
to always clean thus
with order in mind

for every Saturday was time
to take vacuum in hand
with dust rags plenty
to clean with a flurry

let there be no mistake
as the minutes ticked by
no particle of dust
should be left behind

so to this very day
in order to hear her muse
neatness & order will prevail
or havoc of thought pursue

if floors are not cleaned
or dishes washed to put away
her muse will not come
she will wait another day

@ June 2016
Renee Espriu

I have yet decided again to construe my own take on the Wednesday prompt at Jamie Dede’s site https://musingbymoonlight.com/ showing what it is like to be very obsessive/compulsive when it comes to keeping everything neat and in order and still try to write. It is no wonder my muse and I have a bit of a time getting together.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Clean and Organized

Bath Times Three

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growing up i found myself
in the tub…at the back
with sis and little brother
in front and i often

wondered…but why the fuss
with mom trying to wash us
all arms and legs and did
we really get clean but

after all, I mean, really
i was so glad when mom
finally decided i was too
big for the space i

was in and subtracted me
from the equation of
bath time times three and
i wondered why forever

until i had kids of my own
and it is so much easier
to have one bath for three
instead of a balancing act

of one, two, three and the
evening finds space for
alone time when they dream
to wonder why all the fuss

© June 2013
Renee Espriu

http://dversepoets.com/category/bathroom-poetry/