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THE SILENT WIND

She is like the wind that has no sound
that leaves no trace or path of where it has been

She is like a shadow left by the sun behind her
that is no more and has disappeared
leaving only darkness in it's wake

she is like the burning embers from a fire
that once burned bright but now only
darkness remains in the silent wind 
and nothing remains

she is like the leaves that tremble  as
they fall, bereft of tears as they are carried
by the wind with no sound into and endless
 void where the silence is complete
Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized as Art

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The Chrysalis

The day opens in darkness
clouds and rain the
only companions…still

the lightness of morning
cannot be turned away

through the smattering
of untold numbers
of raindrops
on my window

I see it coming

much like the chrysalis
that holds the butterfly
safe and secure

or is its’ beauty and freedom
and a need to ‘be’
trapped

is the chrysalis its’ prison
will it wake to the
darkness of day

or will it see light
seeping through

as it touches the raindrops
in its’ path
leaving them in its’ wake
as it breaks free

I see it coming

the butterfly will become aware
as the chrysalis
falls away

like the light that filters through
drying the raindrops
on the window

so the butterfly’s wings
will dry and spread

then the butterfly will finally
take flight
will be free

I see it coming

© October Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

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***THE COVER OF DARKNESS***

The house quiet at night
revealing no sound but
her children breathing
softly amidst creaking
noises of a house at rest

She sleeps lightly & listens
seeking things out-of-place
her eyes open to seek in
darkness familiar images

A glimpse is caught barely
from the corner of her eye
a small child, a girl moving
slowly down the hallway
softly making no sound

She rises to follow her
knowing it must be her own
but searches in vain only
finding no child there

Hurrying back toward the
bedrooms she checks each bed
her children covered and still
every night she looks always
to find where she has gone

The day brings questions
she cannot keep away
nor does her face keep
hidden what night shows her

Her friend lives next door
did she not ask her of a child
who simply leaves no trace
her rather calm reply
so you have seen her too

© June 2016
Renee Espriu

I normally do not do prompts but found one of interest to me at Jamie Dede’s site https://musingbymoonlight.com/ some know by THE POET BY DAY. This is the Wednesday Writing Prompt. Some people believe in ghosts and others not so much. Have you seen someone seemingly not there or know of someone who has?

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Darkness

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Change Comes Quickly

old wooden door
Google Image

change comes quickly
sometimes
just as we knew it would
not unlike an unwanted
intruder…silently
entering
with stealth
in darkness

waiting, just waiting…
remember how
we would wait
a game of hide ‘n seek
with only the
street lamps lit
casting shadows and
you hoped it
wasn’t yours
and then

you were found out
even though
you thought you were
hidden
and we did think so
didn’t we
safe from the
trappings
of life

in our home with a
door closed to who…
to the intruders,
of course…and
to change
but with the
light of day
it all is
clear

like a mirrored
reflection
in cut crystal glasses
but not so…
really
as the crystal is
but jagged pieces
and sharp edges
juxtaposed

fitting but not so
as a piece
here and there
slips
out of view
out of our view and
what do we do
but wait and wait
or turn about
like a kaleidoscope
to view something
else…new

for the domino pieces
do begin their fall
from him to her and
on and on as
change keeps coming
putting in motion
a game of
cause and effect
an unknowing

without warning but life
has no sounding
bells
no alarms ringing
to alert us that
it is here for
change comes
quickly

© May 2013
Renee Espriu

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