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do you look at me through
rose colored glasses
waiting for the
clouds to part in
a display of sunshine
or do you wait cautiously
for the dust to settle
as i pick up the pieces
that fall without
ceremony to your feet
knowing that life cannot
be only black & white
for it is only after
storms the rainbows appear
& love is the tie that binds
© June 2013
Renee Espriu
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born in the year
of the dragon
apart from
all the others
always longing to
take flight
hold tight
to the rough scales
like chain mail
that can either
protect you or
bring you down
spiraling toward
earthbound
or is it made
like origami birds
light as air to
release you there
amongst the clouds
with your dragon tail
breathing
dragon breath of
fire and mist to
give you the strength
you need in
storm’s release for
you were born in
the year
of the dragon
© May 2013
Renee Espriu
Image by Illustrator John Howe
riding within the ‘so called’
safety of the car
grey clouds hanging in
thick air as though
calling
with the promise of
lightning strikes
sky electric
followed by the distant
rumbling of thunder
clapping
bird song has left the
air currents
relishing the safety of
leafy boughs or
twig filled nests
brings back to my mind
a girl standing in
awe in front of a
living room window
no fear
watching the light show
waiting for the far
away sound of someone
bowling?
could it be the friends of
Rip Van Winkle playing
nine-pins in the
Catskill Mountains…
maybe
her imagination carried
adrift with glory
lightning strikes on
a summer’s afternoon
a childhood story
© July 2012 Renee Espriu
We have been having some odd weather lately as has been most of the entire earth and thunder and lightning storms, some without rain, (prevalent and common where I grew up in California) now here in Washington. While out today the sky was brilliant and I thought of one of my favorite stories “Rip Van Winkle” written by author Washington Irving in 1819. As a child when I looked at the sky lit up by lightning my mind just knew it was the men Rip met in the Catskills playing nine-pins. I never feared but as a child that is so much a part of growing up.
Sun tentatively
peeking behind
stormy clouds
parting just enough
teasing to warm
your senses
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
Small Stone for WOHA at
Let thy spirit soar to
skies toward the clouds
to play on high
Capture sun rays on
spirit wings to glisten
where the birds do sing
Then will it toward the
earth to fall to speed
along earthen vale
That nature wrought with
love and might where your
spirit doth takes flight
Then direct your path to
oceans wide to collect
the sea salt in the tide
Take there your written
words abide within the
tides of time reside
Your spirit belongs to
you alone loving all
earth above and below
©January 2012 Renee Espriu
Inspiration struck when I visited my friend’s site in New Zealand and viewed a video she posted there called 2012 Year of Power. Thank you Marja for a beautiful site filled with ideas of wonder. I invite you to go to her site and see this video. See http://dutchcorner.blogspot.com and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Juxtaposed to the warm
sun’s rays lies hidden
inside ship deck gray
clouds’ impending storm
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
The conundrum of
making doldrums fly
to make way for
forever rainbow skies
that keep the
illusion of clouds
at bay so thoughts
are freed in a
healing way from
the condundrum of
making doldrums fly
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
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