A Glimmer of Light

Leaving behind a passion of heart
in words left unwritten
words fading as ghostly images
when pen is not put to paper
when inspiration is set aside

always fearing unfounded criticism
of those you will never know
those never to breach your life

always choosing moral acceptance
rather than acceptance of self
acceptance of gifts setting idle
as dust settles upon them
as motes floating in air

ignoring a brilliance of light
that follows you in footsteps
as you close each door approached

a glimmering light shining
beneath its sill
until there is nought
but a darkening foreboding
becoming as tarnished silver
that no longer gleams

& only echoes fallacy of choices
that leaves voids want of filling
giving no purpose of self
as only seeking light will do
and in opening doors

© February 2019 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Brilliance of Light

White Outside My Window

White outside my window
speaks of winter not yet done
of Jack frost peering
through curtained panes
as I peer back alone

a snow as blinding a sunny day
drifts ’round the curtains
of my bedroom dark
a light to give
the shadows life
in stillness
of the night

as teetering on the periphery
Spring flowers are in bud
hidden beneath the clouds
in pale of stillness
they doth pose
in silent breath

within the white
outside my window

© February 2019 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Outside Window

Residuals of Eclipse

Porch lights shine in day
briskly chilled air
sun shadows darken

© August 2017 Renee Espriu

My own digital art take on yesterday’s history making event.  Although the state of Washington did not get a full eclipse we had some small interesting things that happened here.

Eclipse

**Visages of Winter***

The visages of winter are still
creeping tenaciously
rising and raging
from wherever the cold
chills us to the bone

promises of warmer weather
tried to intercede
as the heather blooms
showing lavender color

but perhaps with hasty budding
the trees quietly trespassed
longing for leafy foliage
for warmth of boughs

for overnight in the darkness
the snow began falling
blanketing in white a
glistening panorama

winter refusing to leave softly
even in the softness of white
seemed to be shouting loudly
i won’t leave without
a fight

© February 2017 Renee Espriu

Photo Taken by my daughter in Puyallup, Washingon and digitized by myself. This was one of the harder hit during this late Winter storm.

snow-late

***DO YOU HEAR THE ANGELS CRYING***

Even if a million tomorrows come and go
as sun shining brightly we still will know
of the anger fueled by hatred replacing
blood running in some men’s veins
do you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

When the sun rises in the morning sky
scorching dry the blood left running
that seeped into the nightclub floor
into the walls and into the doors
will you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

There doesn’t have to be more killing
chilling headlines repeated in the news
of children dead in classrooms who
could have lived to change some views
do you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

Each time a trigger is pulled on a gun
mothers & fathers cry out their anguish
as do others left alone to languish
brothers, sisters, sons and daughters
will you hear the angels crying
do you really , do you know

Whether it is in a darkly lit theater
or on a dimly lit nightclub dance floor
college campus or elementary school room
they all breathed last where we found them
do you hear the angels crying
do you really, do you know

© June 2016
Renee Espriu

Image is Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Crying Angel

How many people have to die in senseless wars, in mass killings before the human race decides to quell their fears founded in ignorance and make decisions based on being informed. There are those factions around the world who encourage fear and that fear is the fuel for hatred of things not understood. Each person should have the freedom to whatever religion they choose be it different from another. Each person, no matter the lifestyle lived or disability they may have, should be able to live without fear of those others whose fear comes from the hatred that has been fueled by some few, who themselves, fear what they do not understand.

I have many Gay friends who have enriched my life with their presence in it. This post is for them and for those in Florida who suffered the loss of sons, brothers, husbands or friends. They were all loved and cared about and will be missed as will all that were enjoying their company and also lost their lives, a mother, a sister, friends.

Let me clarify that this is not only about one group of people in our society, in societies around the world. This is about all people in all walks of life. I am a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, have had the opportunity in the past (some might never have) of attending college. My own children and their children have all attended public schools and some college. We all enjoy going to places in the public sector where people gather. Any of these people, both children and adults, could have been mine or yours.

This is also not about religious beliefs for the people of Islam do not believe nor condone violence. This is about one man’s anger and dislike for others and his fear of something he did not understand. It is unfortunate that the law still allows individuals to purchase automatic weapons, which are weapons of war, and until a law is passed that makes them illegal to obtain more of these situations will occur. Of course, there will always be those who will come by them illegally but at least it would make it more difficult for any one individual to act upon his/her anger.

I am a writer and have not been one to jump on any platform but this incident touched me to the core of my being as a human being. If nothing else, I have felt compelled to write something, which I hope will be of value to some.

Night Unfolds

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Image © Hannes Jung

i have no memory
of times now flown
memory is veiled
or covered ‘oer

life’s brilliant moments
have yet to arrive
to grace my path
as an incoming tide

colors gold, silver, copper
unnoticed and diffused
grace other lives
a parsimonious ruse

days are now dark
running all together
as flocks of crows
amassing black feathers

caress filtered light of day
plaintive cries of my soul
blind of what i cannot see
another winter night unfolds

© January 2013
Renee Espriu