Turbulent seas crash upon the shore
oceans wailing while sweeping
footprints from the sand
from the sand
footprints of those made
by hearts no longer beating
When did the beauty vanish
behind shuttered lives in darkness
while voices scream on distant shores
surrounded now by "silence"
Howling winds blow keening trees
trembling leafs cry tears of pantone
buried beneath a blanket of needles
covering the earth a resting place
for hearts abandoned alone
When did the beauty vanish
behind shuttered lives in darkness
while voices scream on distant shores
surrounded now by "silence"
© Renee Espriu
Photo is my own.
Welcome to all of my visitors who have kept
coming throughout my extended absence here.
I am posting a writing today that is as
inspired as it is somber. I was in my last
year of high school when the Vietnam war
raged on to take lives of well over a million.
The music during that time reached some of
those who would rally against such times
as these and to this day this music stays
with me. History will always repeat itself
and times will change but war and the path
of destruction and death will continue to
be that which is made by greed and power.
I won't explain here as I am certain there
are many who will understand of what I
write.
Two musicians and lyricists continue to
inspire and their music will continue to
be relevant within our history.
They are Pete Seeger whose music is "Where Have
All The Flowers Gone" and Simon and Garfunkel
whose music is "The Sound of Silence". Both
are powerful in the message they send.
I hear their music always and feel it within
my heart pleading people to not only 'hear'
but to 'listen' and to be those who not only 'talk'
but those who speak', to not be oblivious to what
is happening in our world, to not live in
darkness or in silence. Be mindful of all
those who have given their lives and those
lives which have been taken.
Be mindful and learn from those mistakes
made and the world will once again see
and remember all that has come before.
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 an endless
void where the silence is complete
© Reneé Espriu
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
***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
Change Comes Quickly
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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