Tag: Color

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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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The Uncertainty of Nature

Time changes everything in sparkling grains of sand
moving with the tides driven by the pull of the moon
shadowy specters creeping into the landscape
lay down empty beings outlined by the moonlight

the Doe moves with her young Buck in rising sunlight
specters receding paying homage to life in motion
while time moves forward in orange yellow speed
the young Buck is alone in his search for food

the Doe has taken leave to birth her small fawn
returning with the pale blue of dawn but briefly
for her spotted tiny ‘mini me’ viewing a world new
seeing all that has come before with bright eyes

Nature uncertain, a changing labyrinth bellowing
blues, greens soft and wily while flowering blossoms
scream a rainbow of colors dancing across the stage
the young Buck will return with the Doe once again
her new fawn hidden until a new day begins

© Reneé Espriu

Image Below Taken From Public Domain Picture

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February’s Weariness of Winter

 

The snow is relentless while the wind plays

a relentless tug of war amongst the pine boughs

and the lichen still weighs heavy on the naked

branches of a Winter tree sleeping soundly

 

for no one is waking, no colors calling time out

in the midst of gray, overcast skies devoid of blue

there is no music from the chorus of songbirds

no not even the noisy caws of blackbirds annoy

 

there is no restlessness except in one’s heart

where no golden hued rays of sun penetrate

only whispers of sullen notes of music not played

the darkest of which are sly demons before dawn

© Reneé Espriu

Image is My Photo

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Changes of A Beating Heart

Waking from a soundless, dreamless sleep
with only a ticking of a heart still beating
a new valve seven years young and still
urging its’ recipient forward a moment more
toward one more day on a well tread path

crickets chirping in a heat clandestine
unknowing if Fall leaves denote a changing
until night turns all into blackness and cold
brings down a dark velvet curtain quietly
waiting to take center stage a new beauty

where in the distance a train faintly heard
a rumble of a giant it’s metal wheels screeching
along heavy metal tracks as it approaches closer
a whistle increases as it signals its’ movement
closing the distance, announcing its’ presence

changes always distant yet closer than they seem
a ticking heart broaching an unknown surface
turbulence increasing in colors bracken unclear
still seeing in the distance reds, yellows, oranges
counting with each tick of the heart another day

© Renee Espriu


Above Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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Pressed Leaves In Time

 

Leaves pressed along and upon the road

rain soaked to become part of the landscape

pressed as though escaping from the pages

of a book long forgotten but still intrinsic

 

to a life lived, a day spent, a moment laden

in a time shared, a smile revealed still seen

in the mind’s eye with each passing year

to be held close in each raindrop that falls

 

leaves pressed not by human hand’s folly

but the unleashed presence of nature

pressed down by passing cars and in time

imprints of feet beneath a crunch of tires

 

pressed down but not between the pages

of sentimentality to be treasured in time

for with time these leaves will fade away

once part of life and will be once again

 

they are now integral to our landscape

sleeping a long awaited death in dying

a pause to give life a continuing cycle

time to breathe & wait for color again

 

while lone sentinel ferns see in silence

once a vibrant green they hold dying leaves

now a weathered color of red-orange rust

fronds curled in sadness under gray skies

 

knows their life is a reflection of leaves

pressed down in the road and the ground

it breathes a sigh unheard but for the wind

knowing in Spring life will come & find them

 

© November 2021 Renee Espriu

My Photo Transformed

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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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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

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Beyond The Waves

She drifts afloat beyond the waves
beyond where they rise and fall

I see her there but you do not
she is minded in memory pale

her tender skin warm and brown
sparkles with salty ocean sand

she fears not a bottomless depth
as the ocean touches her hand

her life has yet to really begin
& is still filled with vivid color

before living is stolen from her
& beauty becomes ghostly pallor

but beauty will blossom again
to show her the color and wonder

she drifts afloat beyond the waves
beyond where they rise and fall

to crash the sandy beaches with
seaweed painted shells hollow

where sea gulls screech loudly
she knows no one will follow

© January 2020 Renee Espriu

This Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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The Beauty of Gray

People wake seeing a beautiful morning
a day to be thankful for, to love
though the day is gray and dismal
but not I

days to be thankful for are days
filled with sun, vibrant colors
birdsong in the air
my days

today for me was different, amazing
after sleeping soundly within
a cocoon of dreams
light with bliss

the day a typical winter gray morn
was stunning shades of gray
that cast a pallor over all
it touched

even shadows did not evade it
merging with the landscape
& holiday lights muted mists
in gray fog

but it was all a beautiful morning
as I greeted shades of gray
nature’s subtle watering in
colors of gray

© December 2019 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art (No snow yet but I could not resist this beautiful image)

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Prisms of Life

Thousands of raindrops falling
are like tiny clear crystals
jewels upon my window
where I see

my life unfold in mirrored images
a kaleidoscope  of dismal greys
not yet transformed
into rainbows
of colors

not yet penetrating my soul
the very spirit of my being
collecting like shattered glass
beneath my feet

my life will transform into something
manifest as colored prisms within
the kaleidoscope’s hidden
brilliant colored
light

a revelation of a loving heart
long sleeping inside the pain
of living in fear of knowing
of feeling alive

for as the images change amongst
the shards of broken glass
they must also within
the turning kaleidoscope
of colors

images change in all Seasons
spring flowers bloom abundantly
tender leaves of bright green unfurl
birdsong and insects serenade

summer dry and hot in all manner
relishing a soothing drink of water
touching landscapes brown to then

bringing fall’s brilliant colors
of reds, golds, yellows and orange
foliage turning brown and brittle
welcoming cold of winter

so spring returns to flourish
to bring life new yet already
here thriving beneath the safety
the warmth of moss and soil
always living in
hibernation

so all is alive within my spirit
hidden within smoldering embers
waiting to emerge
relishing the
breath of life

© November 2019 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art