Tag: Dream

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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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Life Yawning Wide

Time stands still once more in the wake of change
in the midst of flowers touching the surface even as they
lie in the earth breaching, yearning to breathe the air

Feel the trembling leaves vibrate a rustling leaf song
layers of green penetrating the sky, never the clouds
puzzle pieces form a life yawning wide, incomplete

Each puzzle piece has unto its own another puzzle
the frantic search to be free, taking flight with wings
untethered as an eagle gliding on air currents

Sees the world with the clarity of vision, of knowing
freedom is fragile, beyond the grasp of recognition
a fleeting memory held within as in a vague dream

© Reneé Espriu

Image Is My Own Digitally Altered

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Beyond Affairs of The Heart

Once someone told me
I was not done having affairs
I surmised its meaning
a human touch of warmth
as felt in dreams fleeting

yet years watched me falter
confused with sightless eyes
though clear with seeing
trapped me as blindness nigh

looking beyond lackluster need
striving toward pleasing
to win acceptance
in uncertainty

in platitudes shown vaguely thin
rooted amid trivial detritus
I stepped into an empty life
always out of reach
in plaintive din

I clearly discovered as late
the affairs of life I sought
walked alongside me
each step taken
each breath
of naught

are not affairs of the human kind
nor affairs of a heart of flesh
but an affair of a desperate need
to create missives with words
of light and breadth

that require none but my own
masked eyes to open and see
to cause my own spirit to soar
giving respite to my soul
without fear
nothing more

© February 2019 Renee Espriu

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Beyond Affairs

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Dreams of Flight

i-will-be

Closing my eyes dream like synapses
coalesce images of youthful fears
tainted by mountain high and
valley lows of emotions

feathered wings in flight I fancied
releasing me from my humble dawning
with the smell of lemons and lilacs
growing against a backdrop of cement
tainted with the odors of asphalt

on the other side of town peppered
with factory workers, shop owners
life ached for gleaming upscale as
housewives tended children crying
dutiful lives of status quo

but only dreams took me flying
into the darkness of night
smelling of sweet honeysuckle
scaling walls of rising freedom

as now all dreams of tender youth
have left me I no longer fear
nor struggle from whence I came
for the spring of my soul
bubbles forth a peace within

© January 2018 Renee Espriu

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Ethereal Notes

Melodious Notes

The piano notes not my own

floating ethereal around me

speak of lullabies played

soothing tiny souls to sleeping

 

vestiges of the golden moments

when a youthful heart dreamt being

bright-colored fancied whimsy

 

silver spun silken blossoms

to be woven into a shining dawn

in sun rays spilling rainbows

resplendent new and undone

 

for as the notes dance before me

the hours softly melting away

reiterates life’s fluctuations

not crafted to make my own

 

© December 2017 Renee Espriu

Image taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

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A Life Betrayed

She lives the only life
she has ever known
inside someone else’s home

she wonders how she came to this
miles of fields and distance
a breeze touching her
now frail being

did someone leave her here
without her knowing and
will she wake one day
to find she’s dreaming

for she loved him so in her way
but was he a mirage or
just a ruse she wrote of
in her own knowing

before her body did betray
and stole her life
and youth

© September 2017 Renee Espriu

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at

“Archaic Torso of Apollo” by Rainer Marie Rilke … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

Christina's World

This painting rendered by artist Andrew Wyeth will never be able to access the mind of the young woman who gave rise to its’ inspiration. Christina Olson is the subject of this mysterious and haunting painting called ‘Christina’a World’.

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An Angel Waiting

I lay restlessly, upon the sheets of my bed, now soaked with perspiration. I tried in vain to sleep but drifted in and out of what I came to believe were the realities of my night.

I could see you there as real as though you were standing by my bed. “You are my comfort”, I told you. “You are my angel”. You give me your strength night after long night and even though you fade with the morning light, I know you will come to me again.

The window though closed seemed to be open and the leaves of the tree outside drifted inside. They fell to the floor to accumulate like a soft carpet and fell atop my pillow by my head. Each night these were my realities. I called to you and you came as though no walls could hinder your presence by my bed.

Beacon of darkest night
Portent of life
Guardian of my soul

You could have been a dream but each night you returned when I called. Who is to say what is real.

© July 2017 Renee Espriu

I quickly took out my watercolors and acrylics to create something to go with this newest post. I had been thinking of this image and so rather than ponder it too much, which I have a tendancy to do, I painted what it was my mind saw.

Dream (2)

 

 

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***A Siphon For Dreams***

The night is a siphon for dreams
drifting thru stars & moonbeams

nudging in its’ turn each muse
igniting imaginations’ fuse

visiting angels night’s shadows
a lighting of a candles’ tallow

© March 2017 Renee Espriu

This is in response to Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Prompt. You can see more of this post at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/29/but-not-the-night-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The image below was taken from Morgue File & Digitized by Myself.

The Night

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***I Dreamt of The Moon***

I dreamt that I met you smiling
long before you were born

that I told you in sweet loving
to the moon and back we’ll go

that we held hands briefly soaring
seeking the beauteous moonscape

we traversed stars in the milky way
in meteorite showers of gold we played

we walked along dazzling moon beams
silken threads our carpets in space

too soon you left me in wonderment
life’s cord cut a spiraling empty place

& you sped quickly down to earth
faster even than Halley’s comet

that day I finally saw your birth
I remembered our dance among stars

marveled at so much of me in you
that your hands held stardust imbued

© March 2017 Renee Espriu

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday writing prompt. You can read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/22/if-the-man-in-the-moon-had-a-voice-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. Perfect timing as my newest great grandchild was born yesterday. Klaudya Charlotte Anne weighed in at 7.7lbs and was 19in long.

This Image Was Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Digitized by Myself

Moon and Back